Chapter 14
Jack's POV
I watched Emma as she slept that morning. My body was in excruciating pain, but somehow it didn't matter. I had Emma back. Lying next to me, her body pressed as close to me as it could possibly be. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. I watched her closed eyes flutter as she dreamt.
"Hey Jack," Morrow whispered, walking out of the bathroom. "We gotta be on the bus to the airport in an hour."
"Thanks, man," I whispered back. I placed a small kiss on Emily's forehead. "Baby, wake up. We gotta go in an hour."
"No. Need sleep," she mumbled, moving her head into the crook of my neck.
"Em, you're gonna get left in Norway if you don't wake up," I told her, running my hand over her cheek. When my hand got a bit too close to her mouth, she bit me.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" I cried.
"Promise I'll never do it again if you let me have ten more minutes," she replied.
"Fine. Be out of bed by the time I get out of the shower," I instructed, untangling myself from her.
How do you tell someone that you love her? That was the thought that ran through my head as I showered. I couldn't think of how to say I love you to Emily. The last person I said that to was my mom. I've never felt this way about any girl who didn't give me life. But now, Emily was becoming my life. Just have to figure out how to tell her that.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I exited the bathroom to see Emma sitting on the bed.
"Gonna put on a show for me?" she asked, standing up to walk towards me.
"Like you've never seen it before," I joked, rolling my eyes at her.
"So? That means I can't see it again?" she asked seductively, standing on her toes to wrap her arms around my neck.
"I think it can be arranged," I responded, my voice sounding husky. I enveloped her in my arms before meeting her lips. She quickly deepened the kiss, causing me to lose my breath. Her hands went for the top of the towel in attempts to free it from my waist.
"How much time do we have?" Emily inquired, giving me the chance to catch my breath.
"We gotta be on the bus in half an hour," I told her, fixing the towel. "You want to shower?"
"I don't have enough time," she replied, pulling her room key out of her purse that she'd thrown on the small table in the corner the night before. "I'm gonna go get my stuff together, and I'll meet you back here."
"Okay, pack fast," I said, kissing her softly.
"Don't leave me in Norway," she joked, closing the door behind her.
"I love you," I muttered to no one.
We arrived home so late that night that I wound up sleeping over at Emily's place.
"Hey babe, you've got a message on the answering machine," I informed her as she threw her bags in her bedroom.
"Play it," she said.
"Emily, it's your mother. Call me back when you've come back from wherever you've run off to this time. BEEP."
"I thought you didn't talk to your mom," I said, propping myself up against the kitchen counter.
"I don't," she replied, looking confused. "I can't imagine why she'd call."
"Crazy idea, I know, but why don't you call her back?" I questioned.
"Yeah, that's like Napoleon's army marching through Russia in the winter," she replied.
"I don't get it, but I don't think I want to," I muttered.
"I'll just call her back in the morning," Emma stated, making her way to the bedroom. "Sleeping over?"
"Yeah, no point in driving back to the dorms. Plus, you don't snore like Mac," I responded. She seemed almost to wince at the mention of his name. My guess is they haven't discussed this whole pregnancy thing yet.
"Okay, well I'm gonna shower first," Emma said.
"Hey, Em?"
"What?"
"Iā¦love you," I told her.
"Wow."
"That's it?" I asked, a little offended that that's all I got.
"It's a good wow," she replied.
"All I'm getting is a wow?" I inquired.
"No, wow," she said. "I love you too," she added, moving to kiss me.
"Marry me," I whispered when we broke apart.
