Bay POV:

Like I'd anticipated, I was grounded. But when Emmett texted me, desperate to meet me I couldn't exactly say no. Now we were in the back seat of my car, panting and gasping in air as the windows fogged up. His lips were on my neck, tongue flicking over the hollow over my collarbone until I moaned and pressed him closer. This wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind when he'd suggested I sneak out, but I was far from complaining.

He sat up a little, laughing at my frown as he stopped his delicious ministrations on my neck. I'd probably look like a leper with all the hickey's I'd have, but I didn't care. His honey brown eyes caught mine and he tried to smile. But he looked sad, unable to hide it.

'What?' I asked. He shook his head and kissed me as if brushing it off. I decided to let him, unable to press him when his hand was sliding up my shirt. He was really very good with his hands.

As his thumb and forefinger trapped my nipple he kissed me hard. The kiss was demanding, fierce, and hard. It was very un-Emmett.

Emmett POV:

I just wanted to forget. She had to make me forget, because she was the only one who could. I was losing myself in her. The world was reduced to the warmth of her body pressed so relentlessly against mine. Bay felt like heaven, soft, unblemished, heaven.

I was just beginning to shrug off my shirt when my heaven nudged me away, jolting me back into hell. Her jet black hair was disheveled, her pale pink lip gloss, smeared.

'What?' I asked.

'What's wrong with you?' she demanded. Apparently I hadn't been very inconspicuous about hiding how I was feeling. She raised an eyebrow.

I answered with only two words. 'My mom.' That seemed to be explanation enough for Bay, she didn't need the details. It was one of the things I loved about her. She didn't need to know every little thing, just the gist.

Part of me wanted to tell her, the other half would slit my own wrist before even hinting at half the shit my mother had said about her. It had been three days since she'd walked in on Bay and me and she still refused to let the subject drop. Technically speaking I was forbidden from seeing Bay, but that was just plain stupid.

Bay lowered her gaze and I could see her blush even in the dim light. I put my finger under her chin and tilted it upwards until she had to look at me.

"What?" I mouthed.

"Daphne…knows." It seemed hard for her to get the words out, and I knew it must have been, but I still had trouble keeping my jaw from hitting the floor. I didn't have to ask what she meant. Daphne knew about us, about what we'd done.

Bay POV:

Daphne hadn't told Emmett she liked him. Not yet anyway. But I knew and that was enough to keep me sick with nerves pretty much twenty-four seven. It would be so easy for them. She could sign, she was pretty, and Melody liked her. I just kept worrying that she'd muster up the courage to tell him and I'd be tossed to the curb. And honestly, I could handle it with Liam, and I could even handle it with my own family. But I couldn't handle it if Emmett chose her.

"I love you." Ever since the first time, I've kind of gotten into the habit of saying it. Every time he said it in return it put my worries to rest, for that moment at least.

Emmett smiled, kissed me, and said "I love you." Just like he always did. But I saw the fear in his eyes. He hated that Daphne knew. But why? Wouldn't she found out eventually anyway?

I looked down at my watch. It was almost eight.

"I should go," I told him, grateful he couldn't hear my voice crack. Emmett nodded and kicked my car door open. I got out with him and walked him across the street to his motorcycle.

He paused when we got there and turned to me, sporting a strained smile. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, making sure that he'd remember it, that he's be thinking about it tonight. Good luck competing with that Daphne, I thought bitterly.

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