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Jay's lips were mere inches from hers when sense finally returned to Emma. She opened her eyes and realized that Jay was about to kiss her. Her body, always the first to betray her, may have wanted Jay to kiss her, but Emma knew that a kiss between her and Jay would never just be a kiss. It was a dangerous opening to something Emma wanted to keep closed.
Jay's lips came closer. Emma raised a shaky hand and covered Jay's mouth with it, using a small amount of force to push his face away from hers.
Jay's eyes flew open and he gave Emma a confused look. "What are you doing?" he mumbled beneath her hand.
She took her hand away and sat up straighter in her seat. She smoothed down her skirt and tried to gain control over her erratic breathing. She'd been about to kiss Jay, the guy she spent the last nine months trying, unsuccessfully, to get over. What am I thinking?
"Emma?" Jay pushed, waving a hand in front of her face.
She cleared her throat and looked at Jay. "Can you please take me home?"
Jay thought he sensed fright in her small voice. Was she scared of him or the situation? "Okay, but..."
"No. Take me home now," she ordered, interrupting his speech.
Jay kept a bewildered look plastered onto his face as he buckled his seatbelt and put the car into drive. He pulled out into oncoming traffic, trying to concentrate on the road and not on what had just happened (or didn't happen) with Emma.
He looked over at the lovely young woman sitting beside him and thought she'd never looked more like a child in her life. Her small hands were tangled and writhing together in her lap, nervously. What is she so afraid of?
"I didn't mean to..." he started, hoping to explain away the misunderstanding earlier.
But Emma wouldn't let him finish. "Just don't, okay? I really don't want to talk about it."
"About it? Or maybe you just don't want to talk at all?" he accused.
Emma remained silent, hoping her icy attitude would cool Jay down enough to realize that she didn't want anything to do with him. She couldn't have anything to do with him, not even if she wanted to.
"You know, the cold shoulder never really works with me," he announced, just when Emma thought she had won. "I thought you knew that."
Emma sighed loudly and shifted in her seat. Why is it so damn hot in here? "I just want to get home."
"So you can be away from me."
"Fine!" she shouted. "If you want to torture yourself, then fine! I want to get as far away from you as humanly possible! I don't want to be your friend or your fuck buddy or your anything! All I want is for you to be out of my life once and for all! Okay? Happy now?"
Jay nodded his head slowly. Well at least she was showing some kind of emotion! But Jay, being Jay, couldn't give credit where it was due. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Fuck buddy?"
Emma threw her hands up in the air and groaned loudly. "It's like you have this one track, teeny, tiny, little brain that hears something dirty even when there's nothing sordid there."
"Hey, you said fuck buddy, not me."
"Is that all you caught from my tirade?"
Jay smirked and turned to her. "I heard it all, Gree- I mean, Emma. I heard it all."
"Well?"
Jay shrugged his shoulders casually, pulling the car up to the curb in front of Emma's house. He put the car in park and turned to face Emma straight on. "Well, I just don't accept it."
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