That's when the fun begins.
Emma flustered, feeling color rising to her cheeks, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Fun. There was only one possibility for what fun meant to him and it was the very fun that she didn't need to be thinking about right now. She needed to stay focused on Henry, not whatever this was with Hook.
"You're very certain of yourself." Emma said, trying to mask the way she felt right then and there. She was hyper-aware of how close he was, how she could feel his breath on her face, catch the scent of rum on his lips. She could use a drink right now, just for the sake of calming her nerves.
"Ah, the power of positive thinking." Killian jested, running his tongue along his lips, distracting her, she assumed, on purpose. "Do you remember back at Lake Nostos?"
Emma's eyes snapped open, pressing her lips together as she lifted her gaze to his impossibly blue eyes. She nodded her head, not sure of her voice then. When I jab you with my sword, you'll feel it. "So that's what we'll do for fun then? Me knocking you out again?" She countered, unwilling to let him win this.
Killian stepped closer, fingers brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear, making her shiver. He had an effect on her and unfortunately he knew that he did. He played it at every opportunity. "You changed the subject before."
"What?" Emma canted her head, her breath caught in the back of her throat. "I didn't change any subject."
Killian pursed his lips, looking away - checking to see if they were truly alone still - before looking back to her. "Emma, love, I was talking about the kiss meaning something and then you thanked me for telling you about Neal. Which, in all honesty, you didn't seem that thankful for." He tilted his head, though he moved no closer. "What was your secret?"
"Why should I tell you what my secret was?" Emma retorted, trying to keep her walls up, though she knew that her walls did little when it came to him. He just climbed over them. Every damn time.
"Because inquiring minds would like to know what your aracanum was." Killian pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, his eyes searching hers. "You know what mine was."
Emma swallowed thickly, her gaze dropping, not wanting to look him in the eyes. "I wanted him to be dead. I wanted it to all be some trick… I just wanted to move on from this. From him."
Killian inhaled sharply, taking a step back. "I thought that you and he… I thought that you loved him."
"I did… I do." Emma's expression fell, shaking her head as she spoke. "I always will, but I want to move on. Every time I'm around him I remember the past and the hurt and…"
"What happened, love?" His voice was barely a whisper, his fingers ghosting over her arm. He was trying to be reassuring and she wanted to accept it more than anything.
"A lot. But now isn't the time." She took a step back from him, her body tensing up. "We need to keep moving." Emma met his gaze, a soft smile on her lips. "Thank you."
No one knew about what happened, not really, not completely. Mary Margaret knew that it hadn't been a good situation, David knew even less, and Hook - well the look in his eyes just then told her that he understood. Better than anyone and she didn't even have to explain it to him. He just understood.