Page 59 of Beautiful Crazy

Titillating?

Oops, that doesn’t start with S.

Her brown hair is pulled back in a soft ponytail accentuating her neckline, for which I am a fan. And her silver drop earrings sparkle like diamonds bringing the attention to her face, which is good because that sweater…that pink, fluffy soft, cropped sweater leaves everything to my imagination…in a good way.

“You look amazing. But that sweater makes it too easy to do this.” With one easy tug, I pull her against me and inhale against her neck.

Fuck, she smells like strawberries.

Placing a kiss right behind her ear where I know she likes it, I slip my hand up the back of her sweater all the way up to her neck.

“You smell delicious and with a sweater like this it’s going to be very hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

She gives me a teasing grin and with a slight lift of her shoulder simply says, “Hmm.”

You little minx.

You’re doing this on purpose.

I narrow my eyes and smile back at her. “Are you flirting with me Emily Chesney?”

“Is that for me?” She gestures to the pink bag in my other hand trying to change the subject.

“Yes, but I’m not sure if you deserve it now.”

She takes one more look at the bag, and her mouth curves into a smile. “Okay. Suit yourself.” She turns to walk away but I keep my hold on her and when she feels the strength of my arms a blush falls across her cheeks. I hold up the bag and hand it to her.

“It really is for you. I wanted you to have something to open on Valentine’s Day.”

“Aww Emmett, you shouldn’t have done that,” she whines. “Since we’ve been home, I didn’t get to go out and get you anything.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“What?”

“Emily,” I stare into her eyes. “The fact that you’re in my arms right now, the fact you agreed to give us a shot…” I release a puff of air. “You made my dream come true and that’s the best Valentine I could ever receive.”

“Emmett.”

I nod to the gift now in her hand. “Go on. Open it.”

She bites her lower lip, an act so innocent for her, but one that immediately makes me think dirty thoughts of pushing her up against the wall and doing all kinds of dirty things to her. She pulls the glass jar filled with colorful folded pieces of paper out of the bag and gasps.

“Oh, my Gosh, Emmett. Did you really do all this?”

I nod, a bit embarrassed. “I’ve been working on this jar for a while now. Saving it until the right time to give it to you. I thought today would be as good a time as any.”

On the front of the jar is a note that reads:

When you need a pick-me-up, a smile, or a laugh.

Red: A quote that makes me think of you.

Yellow: Memories

Green: Songs that describe you/us

Blue: Future date ideas.

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