Emily quickly hung up her phone and put it in her key dish just next to her door, her wide eyes still staring to the brunette who stood in her doorway. "Beth, what are you doing here?"
The younger woman just looked up to her friend. "Why did you run out of there?"
Emily's eyebrows furrowed, letting the other woman walk into her apartment before she shut and locked her door. She followed the younger woman into her living room, waiting until she turned back her way. "I'm sorry?"
"You ran out of the restaurant so fast, and your date had to chase after you. What happened?"
The older brunette gave a shrug, crossing her arms over her chest. "I felt sick, and my date was nice enough to take me home. What about you?"
Beth's eyes narrowed slightly. "What about me?"
"What about your date? Did you run out on him like I did mine?"
Beth's eyes hardened on the older woman who stood before her. "I did not run out on Aaron."
Emily gave a small laugh, her eyes casting downward as she mouthed the name, 'Aaron'.
"What is wrong with you tonight? How dare you make fun of me!"
The brunette looked up from the floor, her chin trembling slightly as her eyes went to the beautiful woman who had entered her home. "I'm not making fun of you, Beth. I'm sorry." She gave a small bite to her lip as her eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you really here?"
Beth gave a shake of the head. "What do you mean?"
"You were on a date with a great guy, Beth."
The younger woman looked to her friend, her shoulders meekly nodding. "He wasn't really a date." Before the other woman could open her mouth, she shortly jumped in her heels. "And besides! You're my friend, Em. I wanted to see if you were ok."
Emily's dark eyes blinked, her feet stepping just an inch closer to the other brunette. Her voice almost cracked as she spoke, curiosity running through her veins. "He wasn't a date?"
Beth shook her head. "Business dinner."
The brunette bit her lip. "Oh."
Beth looked to her friend with a curious eye, taking a step forward so she wasn't a foot away from the older woman. "Why do you care so much if I'm on a date?"
"Well, it was with my boss."
The brunette's eyes hardened. "That's not it, Emily, and you know it."
Emily felt her chest tighten before she let out a breath, her arms dropping from their fold. "Ok." She held out her hand, her eyes staring gently into the younger woman's. "Come on."
Beth gave a small nod, her fingers curling softly around the older woman's. She let her friend lead her to the couch, and both women almost immediately dropped one another's hands as they sat; dropping that gowing warmth between them.
Emily bit her lip, smiling tightly as she looked to her friend. "Ok. I need you to promise not to get angry or upset, and please try not to hit me."
Beth felt herself from, watching the other woman lean her ebows on her knees. "Emily, what is it?"
The older felt her eyes sting, her hands clasped tightly together as she took a deep breath. "I just really don't want you to hate me."
The younger brunette shook her head, scooting closer to her friend and taking her hands in hers. "Emily, I would never hate you. Please just tell me what it is; you're scaring me."
Emily's jaw tightened before looking deep into the other woman's eyes, shaking all her nerves away as she leaned closer to her friend. "Please don't hate me," she whispered, breath hot against the younger woman's face before she pressed their lips together.