Pretty Little Lovers Untamed
Author's Note: Okie dokie, I can't wait to get some of the next chapters out there to you. But pleeeease review on what I've done so far.
Chapter 15
The next morning, Emily got up, showered, and then headed downstairs to make some coffee. Hanna was still cuddled up in Emily's bed, the sheets twisted around her naked body. And as much as Emily wanted to stay there holding her, or even wake her by kissing her cheek.. She couldn't. She knew that they both needed space. Last night had been absolutely wonderful. The way that Hanna had sounded as she.. As she...
Emily shook her head and leaned against the refrigerator waiting for the coffee to be done. She really needed a boost of energy. She was actually hoping that the energy would help her to make up her mind because even making love to Hanna hadn't solved her problem. She assumed it was because she hadn't let Hanna return the favor. She just wasn't ready for that. Plus, she still needed to understand what it was that Alison had done to her.
As Emily was getting two coffee mugs out of the cabinet, she noticed a folded piece of paper sitting on the table. Her heart sped up- she recognized the curly writing on the front that said her name. It was a note from Ali. She unfolded the note quickly and held it up with shakey hands. It said:
"Em,
Don't try and play me. I know everything and you should really try and remember that when you're taking Hanna Marin's lesbian virginity. Shame on you. I really expected better than you Em! You were my little puppet, weren't you? And now you're fooling around with Hanna? Hanna, Em? She's probably just using you for access to your pantry. Anyway, I'm going to make this really simple for you. Either you end it with her or you'll never see me again. You'll never find out what's going on with me and you'll lose all contact with me. And one more thing. You can't tell any of the others about our little discussion, you understand? Because if I find out you're asking for advice.. Let's just say, there's more than one way to mess this up, Em. I need to be able to trust you and if I can't expect you to be 100% mine.. I can't expect you to keep a secret. Love, Alison."
Emily's eyes were fogged with tears as she gently folded the letter back and stuck it into her pocket. How could Ali be so cruel? Didn't she understand that this was hard for her? That Hanna meant A LOT to her, and completely cutting things off with her would be incredibly difficult? Besides, the entire ordeal with Alison was really sketchy and making this decision would have to be done individually.
She poured herself a cup of black coffee and sipped it tentatively, burning her tonuge nevertheless. She sighed and sat it on the counter. She honestly had no idea what to do. She could end things with Hanna and break her heart. And for what? For trists with Ali in the library? For more secrets and more questions and more sneaking around? But then.. If she didn't end things with Hanna.. She would never see Alison again. She would never find out what it was that Ali was hiding from. She couldn't help her. She couldn't save her. Hadn't that always been her dream? To save Ali?
But then... Emily had had a crush on Hanna for such a long time.. Ever since Ali went missing.. And now she finally had a chance of making it work with her. Well, sort of. The Caleb situation wasn't exactly finished, was it?
She was startled from her thoughts by the sound of Hanna coming into the kitchen. She tried to put on her happy face and pretend like everything was fine but just seeing the blond standing there all sleepy in Emily's clothes made her heart break.
"Oh my God," Hanna said, "You made coffee? I LOVE you." She got the cup off the counter and poured herself some and then sat it with Emily. She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around her brunette best friend. "Thank you so much for last night Em," she said.
Emily returned the hug, but she was much stiffer than her friend. She just couldn't relax. Not until she made up her mind. She wanted to take her into her arms and make her feel safe and comfortable, but she just couldn't. She couldn't promise her happiness, when she didn't even know what her decisions would be. She didn't even know if she could promise HERSELF happiness.
All she could think to say was, "You're welcome." Then she pulled out of her arms and retrieved her cup. "Drink your coffee Han. There's creamer in the fridge and sugar in the cabinet."
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