The next class Killian has with Emma is Trigonometry. Will starts texting him since he has his phone again and wants to meet her. He's already told Ruby and Robin's girlfriend, Regina, about Emma, and they want to meet her too. Killian's a little leery though. It might be selfish of him, but he wants Emma all for himself. He doesn't want Will drooling over her or his female friends fawning over her, although he does want Emma to make friends. Just not his. He knows it's stupid, but he also knows his friends and the shenanigans they get into and he doesn't want to scare Emma off. But he knows if Emma's going to be in his life, she'll have to be in his friends' lives too. So he might as well rip the bandaid now and introduce her to them. He texts his friends and tells them to meet him at Granny's Diner after school for lunch. It's a half-day today, so there won't be lunch in the cafeteria.

When the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, Killian walks Emma to her locker. His heart is pounding the entire time as he tries to gather up the courage to ask her to go to lunch with him. "So, um… how do you like your classes so far?"

"I like them, well other than Trig," she replies with a frustrated sigh. "Math has always been my kryptonite."

Killian chuckles. "Well, I didn't want to say anything, but I did notice it seemed like you wanted to pull your hair out before the class even began." He also couldn't help but notice how she kept biting the end of her pencil while trying to solve math problems from the practice sheet the teacher had given them. He had wished he were that pencil being pressed against her lips and taking a beating from her teeth. "If you want, I can help you," he offers, and it has nothing to do with wanting to see her bite the end of her pencil every chance he got. Okay, maybe a little. "Math happens to be my superpower."

Her eyes light up as though he's offering her the world. Which he would in a heartbeat if he could. "Really? I could definitely use your help."

"Of course I'll help you. How about Wednesday after school?"

She shakes her head. "Oh, I can't do Wednesdays, I have youth group those nights."

"Oh." Right. He'd forgotten about Wednesday night youth groups. He's never been to one himself, but his father used to try and get him to go to the youth groups held at the church he attends. Not that Killian was against youth groups, he just preferred to go to Will's house and play video games on Wednesday nights rather than socialize with Christians he didn't think he'd relate to. He's never been to church so he thought he'd just feel out of place. "My apologies, love. Well, how does Thursday sound?"

"Sounds great." A big smile graces her lips. "Thank you so much." Taking him by surprise, she leans in and plants a chaste kiss directly on his cheek. A kiss that sends a bolt of electricity from her soft lips to his skin, and it feels like his cheeks are on fire

He stops walking, too stunned to move his feet as his fingertips migrate to the spot, only gently brushing his cheek so he doesn't wipe off her kiss. He never wants to wash his face ever again.

Emma, who's continuing her trek, notices he's not beside her and stops in her tracks, turning around with a concerned expression on her face. "You okay?"

It takes him a minute to regroup. "Yeah, sorry, I just… I wasn't expecting that," he stutters, his voice completely wrecked as he wills his feet to move and catches up to her. "I don't think I'm ever going to wash my face again."

She laughs like he's joking, but he's not joking. "You should definitely wash your face."

"And why should I, love?"

"One, because it would be gross not to, and two…" she looks over at him, her lips curving into a playful smirk, "Because there are many more kisses where that came from."

Killian's heart soars and his face lights up like a freaking Christmas tree.

Emma kissed him! Then she promised him more kisses. This is easily the best day of his life.

They're almost at her locker when he starts scratching behind his ear; it's an annoying habit he's had since he was very young. He scratches behind his ear when he's nervous. He's been scratching behind his ear a lot today. He's probably going to scratch his ear off before the day ends. He pushes through the sound of his heart pounding in his ear and he pushes through the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He pushes down the thoughts of her lips on his cheek, pushes down the memory of her promising him more kisses and pushes through the nervous butterflies in his stomach as he turns his head to look at her and holds her stare. "So um… do you want to have lunch with me and my friends?" He holds his breath, awaiting her answer, and he decides her yes or even a simple nod is all he needs for his life to be complete.

"Yeah, I'd love to, as long as you don't mind me joining you."

Does he mind? Killian almost laughs.

"I mean, I know your father volunteered you to show me around, but you really don't have to, you know?"

Killian waves off her words, relief washing over him. "Love, I really don't mind," he says casually.

"Good," she says, a cheerful glint in her eyes as she averts her gaze.

His heart leaps in his chest. She likes that he doesn't mind. He likes that she likes it. Actually he loves it. "Okay, well um… do you want to ride with me?" he offers, trying to be nonchalant, but he knows he sounds like an idiot.

"Yeah, sure. I drove here, so you'll just have to bring me back."

Wow, this is so much easier than he thought it would be.

"Not a problem." He goes to his locker to get his bag, and she's still at hers when he approaches and inhales a shaky breath, simultaneously catching a whiff of her body spray or whatever it is that smells so fruity. It's intoxicating and certainly not making this any easier on him. "You smell good," he compliments.

She jumps a little at his voice; she didn't know he was standing behind her. She closes her locker door and turns around, flashing him a smile. "Thanks." Her smile knocks the wind out of him for the tenth time that day and it's not even noon yet.

His face clouds with apology. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay," she says sweetly.

They start walking down the hall, trying to make it through the parade of students either heading to their lockers or toward the exit doors. Every so often, as he leads her to his truck, their hands brush against each other or he gets pushed into her and grabs her shoulders to catch himself, apologizing to her. She never seems to mind and offers a small smile every time.

"Can I ask where you're from?" she questions curiously as they make their way across the parking lot. "I mean you have an accent and you keep calling me love, so I was just wondering."

"Please, you can ask me anything," he's quick to assure her, trying to recover from her smile, which is still beaming across her pretty lips.

"I was born in England and we moved to the states after my Mum died. I was only five."

Her smile fades, face flooding with sadness.

His heart actually sags in his chest. He hateswhen she's sad.

"I'm sorry," she whispers softly.

"Thanks, love," he murmurs, flashing a smile as they reach his truck. He wants to kick himself for bringing up such a depressing topic. Anything that erases the smile from her face is not worth doing or saying. As he opens the door for her, he quickly thinks of something more cheerful and less daunting to talk about. But when he offers his hand to give her a boost into the high truck seat, the touch of her hand when she slips her palm into his makes him lose his train of thought. Once she's seated, he offers to take her bag and put it in the rear seat. She says a thank you as she gives it to him. He closes her door, puts their bags away and goes around to the driver's side, trying to remember himself again.

When his seatbelt is fastened, he inserts his key into the ignition and roars up the engine, absentmindedly placing his hand on the edge of her seat to look out for students who may be walking through the parking lot behind his truck. But he finds himself getting distracted when she crosses her legs, showing off those beautiful thighs since she hadn't bothered adjusting the skirt of the dress when the fabric rode up her legs. He also notices a gold band glinting on her left ring finger as she rests her hand on her thigh, and he can only imagine it's a purity ring. Or rather he's hoping it's a purity ring, which is a weird thing to hope for, but he's hoping it's not a promise ring and that she hasn't already made a commitment to someone else back in Phoenix.

Kilian shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts. "So, my friends are going to love you," he says, his heart slamming in his chest as he pulls out of the spot. "They're really nice. Except for Will. Don't mind him, he talks a lot of shit." Killian immediately claps his hand over his mouth, eyes wide with apology as he steers with his other hand. "Sorry, love, I shouldn't have cursed," he says, glancing over at her.

Emma laughs and shakes her head. "It's okay, really. I'm seventeen, not a nun."

"I know, but you are—"

"The daughter of a pastor? Yeah, I'm aware," she says bitterly. "I hate when people call me that. I hate being known as the pastor's daughter."

"You're preaching to the choir here, love. I'm the principal's son, remember? And when my older brother was in school, he was a football captain and everyone loved him, so I was also known as Liam's little brother. It was either Mr. Jones' son or Liam's brother."

Her eyes widen and she reaches her hand out and touches his arm. Killian shutters as though she's just electrocuted him.

"You totally get it then."

Bloody hell. Emma's touching his arm. And it's not just a simple touch. Her hand lingers on the sleeve of his shirt for a moment, where it's rolled up, her thumb brushing over his skin. He feels like his skin is on fire and he almost dies of joy; he almost melts into a puddle on the floor of the truck.

She removes her hand and he's able to breathe again, however weakly. "For once I'd like to be known as Emma, ya know? Like when people see my father, I would love for someone just once to say, hey, you're Emma Nolan's father, what's your name?"

Killian nods understandingly and makes a mental note to greet her father as such when he meets her. Bloody hell, he'll have to meet her father. Killian pales and swallows harshly at the thought. Fuck, her father would kill him for the things he's envisioning doing to his daughter. At the same time, he can't wait to meet the people who created such a beautiful creature. "I know, me too. I wish they'd say to my dad, hey you're Killian's father? I've heard so much about you. And aren't you a principal?"

"Yes, exactly," Emma laughs, her eyes lighting up and her smile blossoming across her face.

He wants to make it his mission to put a smile on her face every single day, from this day forward. He will do anything to put that wonderful smile on her face. He will move freaking mountains, then he'll jump off of them, he'll walk through fire and then he'll do it again and again. If that would make her smile.

"So please, don't walk on eggshells when you're around me. You can cuss like a sailor, you can get high or drink if that's what you do, you can do whatever around me, I'm not the judgy type."

"I wouldn't have pegged you for the judgy type, love."

"Thanks," she says appreciatively. "Truthfully, my parents aren't either. Everyone thinks because my father's a pastor that all he does is preach because that's literally his job, and that he's this very strict father who runs his house like a convent, but that's far from the truth. He's more of the accepting type, not the shunning type. I mean, sure my curfew is eight and I'm not allowed to date until I'm thirty or have sex until I'm married, but other than that he's actually pretty cool."

Killian nods; he'd expected those three rules from her father, and he wished that changed how he felt about Emma, knowing she's off limits, but it doesn't. If anything, it makes him want her more. She's like the forbidden fruit Eve gave to Adam, only he imagines Emma is much more delicious and sweeter than any fruit. He'd die a thousand times just to find out.

"Those are the same rules my father sets for me."

Emma raises a doubtful brow. "Really?"

He shakes his head and laughs. "No, but pretty close."

"So you don't date?" she asks, taking him by surprise.

"No, I don't, but not because I'm not allowed to, I just haven't met anyone I wanted to date," he confesses, looking away, hoping he's not blushing profusely right now. I haven't met anyone I wanted to date until now,is what he really wants to say, but he doesn't, and instead casually breezes by his thoughts. "I mean when does a highschooler have time to date anyway?"

"Yeah, that's true. I mean it seems like all I do is go to school, do homework, go to church, go to work. So it's probably a good thing I'm not allowed to date."

"Yeah probably." They share a fleeting glance with one another and then look away again. He knows she's thinking the same thing he is. Or at least he hopes she is. He wants to shatter the hell out of her father's rules.

He parks in front of Granny's Diner and kills the engine before unbuckling his seatbelt. His eyes fall to her ring again, but he doesn't realize he's staring at it until she breaks the silence.

"It's a purity ring—it symbolizes a vow I made to abstain from sex until I'm married."

He sighs in relief. He's glad it's not a promise ring; well technically it is, but it's not the type of promise ring that binds her to a guy back in Phoenix. Nope, he only has God to compete with.

As he lifts his head to look at her, his eyes dance with amusement at the fact that she had caught him looking at her ring.

"I saw you staring at it," she teases with a playful smile.

Killian smirks and cocks a brow, leaning in and whispering something sultry in her ear. "How do you know it was your ring I was staring at?"

Emma lifts a brow, tilting her head toward him. "You mean you were interested in something else in my lap?"

He wants to grab her face and kiss that naughty little smirk she's donning. "More like what's in between your lap. How do you think your ring caught my eye in the first place?"

He loves it when he hears her breath catch in her throat. He loves having that kind of effect on her. He loves it a little too much.

"Well, um… we should probably head in," she says, turning her head away from him, trying to reassemble herself.

He can tell she's all flustered as she struggles to open the door. "Here, allow me." He reaches across to open the passenger door, his other hand slipping over her knee. He really didn't mean to touch her, his hand merely migrated there.

He can hear Emma's breath hitch again over the pounding of his heart in his ear.

"Are you sure you want to join us?" he asks, clearing his throat as he pulls away from her and opens his own door.

"Yeah, sure, why not? Sounds like a fun group."

"Well they are pretty fun, but I just wanted to give you one last chance to back out."

Emma laughs. "Thank you, but I'm good. I want to meet your friends."

"Okay, just checking." He smiles at her and she offers one in return before they jump out of the truck and head inside.

"Hey, Killian! Over here!" Ruby shouts across the diner, waving a hand in the air.

He and Emma make their way toward a round table where his friends are sitting as they all stare at her.

Will and Robin are whispering and laughing to themselves and Ruby and Regina have big grins plastered on their faces.

"Just remember, ignore Will," Killian says in Emma's ear so she can hear him over the chatter of the diner. "In fact, just ignore all of them."

"Okay," she laughs, "but I'm sure they're not that bad."

"You're right. They're worse."

He walks over with Emma, holding his breath. "Hey guys, this is Emma. She just moved here from Phoenix."

"Hey, Emma, I'm Ruby and this Regina. You can sit next to us if you want," she says patting the chair between them.

Emma looks at Killian, a little unsure, so he gives her a reassuring nod, although he's a little bummed Ruby pulled her away from him. Apparently Will is too, and he frowns as Emma sits across from him.

"Hey, Emma, the name's Will," he greets with a big grin as Killian takes the chair between him and Ruby.

Robin is sitting between Will and Regina, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend's shoulder as he offers Emma a warm smile. "Hi, I'm Robin."

"Nice to meet you," she says politely.

Regina and Ruby seem to gush over the new girl, overwhelming her with questions before Ashley, their waitress, brings Killian his usual Cherry Coke and takes Emma's drink order since no one knows what she drinks yet.

"I'll take a Cherry Coke."

"Aw, they're soulmates," Ruby teases Emma and Killian, making them both blush.

He wants to just offer his to Emma, but he doesn't want to weird her out. Too much.

Be subtle, Jones, be subtle.

"Ashley, this is Emma, She's new," Ruby introduces to Ashley.

"Hi, Emma, how do you like it here so far?" Ashley asks with a warm smile.

"I like it. Everyone's really nice." Emma's eyes are locked with Killian's as she adds, "I have a really good tour guide, so that helps a lot."

He blushes profusely and looks into his glass, taking a sip of his soda through his straw. This woman is trying to kill him.

"That's great. I'll get your soda, be right back," Ashley says before rushing off.

Killian was hoping Ashely would've distracted Will, and that he would've flirted with her like he always does, but today he's too busy staring at Emma. Not that he blames Will though. Killian's already obsessed with her and he just met her.

"You look even better in person," Will blurts out to Emma from across the table.

Killian almost dies in his seat from humiliation.

"In person?" she questions, her thin brow raised in confusion.

"Uh, yeah…" Killian starts to say, but Will interrupts him.

"Killian here sent a pic of ya this mornin'."

Bloody hell.

Killian is silently cursing Will enough as it is, and then he remembers what he'd texted him and Robin when he sent the photo. Killian's face immediately pales. He'd said she was his future wife. He'd said she was going to have all his babies.

Fucking Christ.

Don't tell her what I said. Don't tell her what I said. Don't tell her what I said, Killian prays silently as he glares at Will.

"Oh really, you sent him a picture of me?" Emma's eyes are on him now, and he feels like he could burst into flames at any moment.

His face is scarlet as he offers a small smile and scratches behind his ear, hoping the floor of the diner will open up and swallow him whole. "Uh yeah… Will wanted me to take a picture of you," he explains, quickly throwing Will under the bus, because if Killian's going down, Will's going with him.

"Aye, I told him to send a pic if you were hot."

Oh god.

Killian plants his face in the palms to hide the redness in his cheeks as he whispers silent curses into his hands. "Bloody hell."

"Oh? Is that so?"

To his relief, Emma doesn't sound pissed. Maybe a bit curious, but not pissed. He sighs in his hands, and when he lifts his head, she's still staring at him intensely with a raised brow.

"Now you know why I told you to ignore him," Killian chuckles nervously, trying to amend the situation.

"You did warn me," she laughs never taking her eyes off of Killian as he feels a foot lightly rub at his ankle. Judging by the soft smile on her face, he thinks it's hers, perhaps to reassure him that he doesn't have to be embarrassed about snapping her photo in class and sending it to his friends. He wants to look under the table to see that it's her foot, but he knows it would be too obvious.

"Oi, is that any way to talk about your best mate?" Will asks him, offended.

"He's not wrong to warn the poor girl," Regina remarks.

Will pouts and the others laugh as Ashley returns with Emma's drink and takes their lunch orders. Killian recommends Granny's cheeseburger to Emma, but she goes for the grilled cheese sandwich instead. She says they're her favorite and she wants to try Granny's version. He'll have to remember that. He wants to fill his head with all thingsEmma.

After Ashley returns with their food, and they all start digging in, Emma says it's the best grilled cheese sandwich she's ever had and she makes yummy noises as she chews her food. Killian likes the sounds she makes. He likes that she's enjoying her sandwich.

Ruby and Regina ask her if she's trying out for cheerleading, but Emma says she's too busy with church, school and work to cheerlead.

"Where do you work?" Ruby asks curiously.

"Nowhere yet since I recently moved, but I'm working on saving some money so I can get a place of my own when I graduate high school. Plus, having a job will give me an excuse to not be at church all the time."

"So, are you catholic?" Regina inquires before taking a bite of her burger.

"No. Evangelical. My Father's a pastor at the Living Hope Community Church."

"Wait, what's the difference between being a Catholic and being an Evan—whatever you call it?" Will asks with his mouth full of fries. "Either you believe in God or you don't."

"You knucklehead," Regina shakes her head, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Don't mind him, Emma."

"No, it's totally fine," Emma assures with a smile, and she goes on to explain the difference between Catholicism and Evangelism. Normally Killian would probably tune it out, but with Emma, he finds himself hanging on her every word and wanting to know more of what she has to say and what she believes in.

"But I don't want to bore you guys with religious talk if you're not into it."

"Oh please, you're not boring at all, lass. Maybe you can give some private lessons about your religion," Will says with a wink.

Killian kicks him in the shin underneath the table.

"Ow, what in the bloody 'ell was that for?!"

Killian says nothing and just glares at him.

What part of 'she's my future wife' did you not understand, mate?!

Will apologizes for cursing, but Emma assures the group they don't have to walk on eggshells, just as she'd told Killian.

"Hey Emma, you should apply here as a waitress," Ruby suggests. "We could use an extra hand."

"Oh, you work here?"

"Yeah, Granny's her granny," Regina answers for her.

"Oh, I didn't know that. Do you have applications here or do I apply online?"

"We have some here. I can get you one before you leave."

"Thanks, that's nice of you."

"No problem," Ruby says with a wide grin. "Any friend of Killy's is a friend of ours."

"What have I told you about calling me Killy?" he grumbles. He hates that nickname with a passion.

"What's wrong with Killy?" Emma asks. "I kind of like it. But don't worry I won't call you that."

Oh. He loves how Killy falls from her lips and suddenly he loves that name. He could hear her call him that all day. "Emma, you can call me whatever you want," he assures with a cheeky grin.

Ruby's mouth falls open and she appears to be offended. "So five years of friendship and I don't get to call you Killy, but you know Emma for one day and she can call you whatever she wants?"

Killian nods. "Exactly."

The rest of lunch goes off without a hitch, and the guys pay for lunch. Will actually argues with Killian because they both insist on paying for Emma's meal, but Killian is the first to hand Ashley his bank card. Emma tells him thank you and that he didn't have to, but he says it was his pleasure. He'd pay anything to put a smile on her face; he doesn't mention that though.

After Emma gets an application and they leave the diner, Killian takes her back to school so she can get her car. She drives an old yellow Volkswagen and he can't help but laugh when he sees it.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's old fashioned," he comments, giving the roof of the car a friendly pat. "She's about as old as they come."

Emma scowls at him as though he'd just offended her instead of her vehicle. "Hey, don't make fun of her." She throws an unpleasant look at his truck, scrunching up her nose. "Besides your Ford is not exactly new."

Killian brings his hand to his chest, as though he's been wounded. "Oi, don't knock my Ford. We've weathered many a storm together."

"Well don't knock my Bug," she retorts, planting her hands on her hips. "We've also been through a lot. She may be ancient, but she's very dependable."

"Fair enough," he chuckles.

When silence overwhelms the air around them, he gets extremely nervous again and starts scratching behind his ear. "So, um… I'm sorry about Will. He can be a big pain in the arse sometimes."

Emma shrugs like it's no big deal. "You did warn me ahead of time," she points out.

"That I did, and you still wanted to join us," he says with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, well it wasn't so bad," she assures with a soft smile, which fades when she purses her lips, studying him intensely as she crosses her arms over her chest. "So um, you sent him a pic of me, huh?"

Bloody hell. He was hoping she wouldn't bring that up. He could kill Will for telling her about the photo he'd sent.

"Aye," he replies bashfully, his cheeks heating up with blush. "I hope you don't mind."

"Well, that depends on the picture you took. Can I see it?"

Bloody fucking hell. She wants to see the photo? If she sees it, then she'll see the text he'd sent Will.

Fuck fuck fuck, he's so screwed. "Uhhhhh… I can't actually," he tries, his cheeks burning. Scratch that. His cheeks are on fucking fire.

She frowns in disappointment. "Why not?"

"Because it's embarrassing," he mumbles, his eyes falling to the pavement between their feet.

He doesn't realize his mistake until she says, "My photo is embarrassing?" and he looks up and sees the offended look on her face.

"No, love..." He closes his eyes in regret and opens them. She looks thoroughly confused as she stares at him with those sharp green eyes piercing through his soul. "I meant the text I sent along with your photo is embarrassing."

She arches a brow, a hint of intrigue flashing in her eyes. "A text? Can I see it?"

Yep, he's going to murder his best friend. "Love, I assure you, you really don't want to."

"Why not? It's about me isn't it?"

"Well yeah but—"

"So, show me." This time it's not a question, it's definitely a demand and something tells him he does not want to refuse her.

He sighs in defeat. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." He pulls out his phone, and with trembling hands, he brings up the photo, along with the message he'd sent to Will. It's all there on his screen for her to see. He hands his phone to her and holds his breath.

She looks at it and blinks a few times, but he can't tell what she's thinking. He really wishes he could read minds at that moment.

"I'm sorry, love," he says quietly, every word laced with shame and remorse.

"You regret sending it?" she asks, her eyes glancing up at him. Her stare sends an explosive bomb at him, making him flinch.

"No, I don't." He swallows thickly, waiting in high anticipation for her response. "But I'm sorry if it offends you. I never meant for you to see it. You're just the most beautiful girl I've ever met, and you're really nice too."

She doesn't say anything for what feels like ten years, so he takes that as a failure on his part.

"Sorry," he whispers and starts to turn around. She still has his phone, but she can keep it for all he cares. Or throw it in a river. The phone can drown in humiliation, along with his heart.

She takes him by surprise when she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and lays a kiss on his mouth. He slams his eyes shut to savor the feeling of her lips—they're like soft, delicate rose petals—pressed against his lips. She pulls away, leaving him standing as still as a statue, his eyes still closed.

When he finally opens them, she's doing something on his phone, but he's not sure what, because he can't keep his eyes off her lips. The same lips that connected with his. He can still feel a pleasant tingling sensation on his mouth, and his entire body shudders when he replays the kiss in his head.

She finishes with whatever she's doing on his phone and hands it over to him. He takes it as she leans in and murmurs something in his ear, "Like I said, there are more kisses where that first one came from…. so you better wash your lips." Emma gets in her car and roars up the engine, a shy smile playing along her lips as she pulls out of her parking spot and drives off.

Killian, however, can't seem to move. He can't breathe. He can't speak; his brain is still trying to process what had happened. He showed her the most humiliating text and she kissed him! She planted a big wet one on him and then told him he'd better wash his lips so she can kiss him again. He's dumbfounded and he's still standing here in the vacant parking lot as he watches Emma's car disappear into the distance.

When he's finally able to move again, he lifts his phone and unlocks the screen to see what she had done, his heart pounding mercilessly.

A big, goofy grin takes over his whole face.

What she had done gives him the strength and energy to move his feet again and he practically skips to the driver's side and hops into his truck. Yep, that's right—he skips andhops.

Not only did Emma add her phone number to his contact list, but she'd also typed My Future Wife in place of her name. As in his future wife. Which means he'd see My Future Wife displayed on his caller i.d. every time she texted or called him.

Emma Nolan, you're falling in love with me already. And you're going to fall HARD.

Killian still has a stupid grin plastered on his face as he peels out of the parking lot. He's still in awe, a complete disarray of emotions. Emma kissed him. On the lips. Then she called herself his future wife.

Best.

Day.

Ever.