Chapter 9: No it Wasn't a Dream
Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, flooding the entire room. The rays danced upon Emma's waves making her blonde streaks gleam. She lay smothered in white sheets still lying on Neal's bare chest. Her arm was clasped under his. Neither had slept this sweetly in a very long while, thus this morning was idyllic.
Emma's eyes slowly opened, she blinked readjusting to the glimmering light. Her mind acclimatised and she realised where she was. Suddenly her eyes flared wide, adjustment was no longer necessary. She recalled the heat of Neal's skin against hers and couldn't help but feel frightened all over again.
"Last night was real?" she mused.
"It actually happened?"
Emma slowly arose and carefully removed her arm from Neal's grasp.
"He looks so utterly perfect while sleeping." Emma thought.
"He always looks perfect." her conscience uttered back at her.
She told her mind to shut up as she searched for clothes.
"Where are they?!" Emma's head screamed in confusion.
"Gosh do clothes come alive at night or something? Did someone forget to give me the memo in this fairytale town. " she hissed.
Neal chuckled into his pillow.
He slowly got up watching her search. Eventually she came up and sat on the bed, she was still unaware that Neal was awake.
Then she heard a rustle and turned around to face him.
Her body immediately stiffened and her eyes screwed shut.
"Emma." Neal smiled at her. He gently pulled her closer but she was resisting.
He chuckled at her reaction and this time grasped her with a firmer hold.
He kissed her overpoweringly and Emma's eyelids softened as she kissed back and remembered last night's truths.
"I love you." Neal told her when she opened her eyes.
"I love you too." Emma managed to speak and smile.
The anxiety washed over and she felt much better, it would take her time to get used to feeling so much again but she knew Neal would never give up on her.
"Breakfast?" he asked.
The thought of food made her stomach rumble. She nodded in reply.
"Neal where are my clothes?" she then asked.
"In the cupboard. Top shelf." Neal called from the kitchen.
"Or you could wear one of my shirts." He flirted.
"Option two, middle draw." he smirked.
Emma hopped off the bed and opened the cupboard, her eyes searching the top shelf.
There they were.
"Um how did they..." Emma was about to ask when Neal appeared himself.
"I put them there. Didn't want you to do a runner. I was only going to give you them, when I was sure you wouldn't leave." he told her.
Emma flashed him her 'Seriously?' face.
Neal shut the cupboard preventing her from getting her hands on anything from it.
"So why can't I have them now?" she challenged his skilful planning, finding herself automatically flirting back.
"Option two middle draw." he repeated kissing her quickly and returning to the kitchen once again.
Emma sulked but smiled as soon as he'd left. Damn she'd missed him.
