Hii, sorry this is going to be quite a short chapter but something more interestingwill happen in chapter 3 i promise!
Emma POV
After they had finished training, Jules had gone off the shower in the changing rooms but Emma decided to go back to her bedroom to take a bath.
Just as she was getting out, there was a loud knock on the door. Quickly, she got into the t-shirt and denim shorts she was wearing earlier and rushed to the door.
Outside was Julian with his hair damp and wavy, wearing an old sweater, stretched from him constantly pulling it over his hands, and a pair of blue skinny jeans which were worn at the knees. Emma knew she was staring at him but couldn't quite take her eyes away from him.
"Uncle Arthur said dinner's here," he said, and before she had time to ask what it was, as if he read her mind he said, "Chinese," and grinned. She smiled and took his hand, pulling him down to the dining room.
When she registered in her mind how intimate she was being she jerked her hand away from him, hitting herself squarely in the chest region.
Before Jules was able to say anything, Helen, the eldest of the Blackthorns entered, with her girlfriend Aline.
They had both come back from Wrangel Island, where Helen had been exiled to by the Clave because of her faerie blood and Aline, the Consul's daughter, couldn't let her go on her own so went with her.
They came back a few months ago and had been travelling around the world as well as between the Institute and The Penhallow's house in Idris.
When everyone had come down for the takeout meal, Jules looked in the bag and exclaimed "OK, where is the mu shu pork?!" Emma laughed
Julian POV
Once he had done eating he padded back to his room, while everyone else had gone to the living room. He lay on his bed thinking of the conversation they had had during dinner.
Emma was telling them about how she had broken up with her old boyfriend so casually, when Uncle Arthur suddenly asked Jules if he had a girlfriend yet.
Of course he didn't and it wasn't as if he were looking for one but it was Emma's face when he replied to his Uncle that he liked a girl but she was off limits. The colour had drained from her face and she didn't look at him. let alone talk to him, for the rest of the meal.
He had momentarily thought that Emma liked him but then realized that she was probably just offended that he hadn't told her first.
Since "the girl off limits" was Emma, he didn't think it would wise to.