Panic Prone

Chapter Twenty-seven

skittlesxrayn

The week went by fast for Emma. Secret rendevous with Jay, looking for ways to find her parents. Arguing with her brother over Jay. She welcomed Saturday. She rolled over in her bed, face to face with Jay. She smiled, getting very use to waking up next to him. She brushed some hair out of his face and he opened his eyes.

"Morning," he said with a yawn.

"More like afternoon," she giggled.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, "Should I be prepared to jump out the window?" he joked.

She laughed, "No, it's ok."

"Good," he rolled on to his back and pulled her on top of him.

She smirked, feeling his morning wood. She leaned down and started kissing his neck, moving down to his chest.

He rubbed her sides, feeling each one of her ribs, "Em, have you been eating?" he asked quietly.

Her head snapped up and she looked at him, "Yeah, we had pizza last night, remember?"

"And then you disappeared to the bathroom for 10 minutes."

"It's habit. I use to have braces. I brush my teeth after I eat."

"And that takes 10 minutes?"

"Why do you care? No strings remember? Which, means sex, no emotion. Caring is an emotion."

"Well, that's bull shit, alright? I'm worried about you."

"Way to kill the mood," she sighed and got off of him.

He looked at her, "Do you think you look good? You're all bone, Emma."

"I didn't hear you complaining last night," she smirked, moving her hand down his chest.

He sat up and she dropped her hand to the side, "You don't really give me a chance to complain."

She rolled her eyes and got in his lap, straddling him, "Jay, I'm fine." She positioned herself on him and guided him in to her slowly, "Can we just finish what we were about to start?"

He closed his eyes, letting out a groan, "That's not fair," he mumbled.

She bit her lip once he was all the way in. She rocked on him slowly, "You know you love it."

He held on to her waist and stopped her, "Right now, I don't." He lifted her up and put her down on the bed.

She sighed, "Whatever."

He got up and started picking up his clothes, "Sometimes, you can be a real bitch."

"If I'm such a bitch, then why are you here every night and almost always here when I wake up?"

"I wonder why." He pulled his jeans on, "Maybe it's because I like you?"

She looked at him and got off the bed, pulling on a baggy t-shirt, "That's your problem then."

He sighed and slipped his sneakers on, "I guess so." He sighed and looked at her, "Eat something and keep it down, or I'm telling Towerz."

"Oh, I'm so scared." She rolled her eyes, "Just leave."

He grabbed his wallet off the dresser and walked to the door, "When you come to your senses, give me a call."

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"Uh, you can't go out the door."

"I don't care." He opened the door and stepped in to the hall, "Maybe now, you won't be able to avoid your parents and they'll notice something is wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me!" She screamed.

He walked back in to the room and cupped her face in his hands, "Emma, you have fucking problem. You need to stop. You need help. Please, just let me help you or let someone help you."

She sighed, tears building up in her eyes, "I'll stop, ok?" She said softly.

Her mind raced. She didn't want to lose whatever it was she had with Jay, but she didn't want to stop.