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Safe Harbour

Chapter 9: Lunch

After half an hour I was finally ready to leave. Grabbing my phone and keys, I jog down the stairs and wave my goodbyes to Ali and Rose. Running past the kitchen; I shut the front door on their squeals for more information about this mystery guy. Later, I allowed mentally.

Making my way to the diner, I grew anxious. The closer I got, the louder my heart beat. I could literally feel and hear it; like a deep bass at a concert. Locking my car, I quickly walk to and through the entrance of Sam's.

My eyes scan through the people already here, trying to spot his; brown curls…deep, dark blue eyes…gorgeous dimples…muscles that continue forever…a smile that'll brighten your day…Ah!

I gasp and then smile involuntarily as I find him; waving and smiling broadly at me. Standing up, he beckons me over to the table he's at. Nervously running a hand through my hair, my feet find the courage to move one step at a time towards him. Realising I have the shakes; I place my hands in my pockets before sitting down opposite him.

If I'd had any doubt that he wouldn't be as completely good-looking as my memories of the night before had perceived; they were now thoroughly squashed. With flawlessly pale skin, bright blue eyes and a cherubic smile; he's beautiful.

"Hi," I sigh quietly.

He leans forward and winks at me, "Hello Hotstuff."

Blushing slightly I dip my head. "Oh no, don't tell me the real Edward is really shy?" he teases me. I lift my head up, my eyes on his. "I was rather looking forward to a repeat of our performance," he murmurs with a smirk.

My blush deepens as I smile bashfully. Noticing the families and young children having the lunch, I could imagine their reactions if we did in fact have another repeat of our public make-out session.

Resting my hand on the table, one of his reaches and holds it gently. "But don't worry," he whispers, "I like shy Edward too."

Raising my head indignantly, I feel myself pout slightly. I'm not that shy. Lifting his hand from mine, he shakes his head slightly.

"Woah woah, hang on. It's too early to meet angry Edward…quick!… Reverse!… Too…Edward…shy…like…I…worry…don't…But… Reboot!… So Edward how are you this fine morning?" he asks, entwining his fingers together underneath his chin, as he tilts his head with a smile.

Amusedly shocked, I explode. Literally bursting out into laughter at his humour. He joins, chuckling along lightly as he reaches for my hand again. Taking this opportunity to start conversation, I reply, "Alright thanks, how about you?"

"Yeah I'm good. Had a really good sleep last night," he winks, "And my morning was…quite satisfying." I nod with a fading smile. Well who exactly satisfied him this morning?

Not sure if I really wanted to know, I don't ask. But my curiosity does fester. Eventually, we pause our conversation – which had moved back to our jobs – in order for us to order lunch. While we wait for our food, Emmett tells me about one of his patients.

"See, I'm in my last stages now of studying psychology, so I'm allowed to sit in on some sessions as a practical lesson, but only if the patient agrees. Anyways, a few weeks ago there was this one patient – and the psychologist that I was assisting wasn't really able to connect with them at all on a particular level."- he spoke so carefully, in order to keep details confidential at all times in his explanation; even avoiding to mention the gender of the patient. –"And so, at this one point I kind of intervened and discussed this certain issue with them…anyway…long story short…I found out that that discussion we had that day literally saved - that person's life. They had planned to an immaculate detail how they were going to commit suicide…but it seemed that whatever I said that day…well, it ultimately gave them enough hope to…to keep on living…"

Shocked into silence, I was in complete awe of this man before me. It was like he was an angel sent from the Gods. Sent down to Earth; on a quest to save as many people as he can.

"You're my hero," I whispered quietly, gazing into his eyes. For a moment I worried he thought I meant it in a sarcastic way. But his beautiful smile calmed my nerves.

"I'm no hero. Just doin' my job."

Finally receiving our food, we began to eat; scarfing it down as we were both unashamedly hungry. Although; as we did this, I took note to remind myself not to eat with Emmett in a public place again. His appreciative moans and groans for the delicious food were causing a little – or big, if I do say so myself – problem for me.

Subtly shifting my hand across my lap, I readjusted myself as I was becoming uncomfortable. "Fuck this is so good," he murmured as he ate.

Normally, I would have found the fact that he was eating with his mouth full, repulsive. But as it was Emmett, I could only find it endearing, and cute. He was like a big kid. I notice how his bulging arms surround his plate, almost in a protective way; anxious that someone would steal his food. Smiling to myself in amusement, I wondered if it was his brother that caused this behaviour.

With his earlier statement repeating over and over in my mind – irritating the hell out of me – I gave up and decided to just ask him. "So… um. Do you mind me asking what he did this morning?" I ask.

Or who… my mind rephrased tauntingly.

Finishing his food and realising with a frown that mine was only half eaten, he wiped his mouth with a napkin before taking a sip of his drink and lifting his eyes to mine. "This morning?" He repeats.

"Um…yeah," taking a sip of my own I try to gather my courage as I avoid his eyes, "You know – whatever was…satisfying…? Or…whoever was…" I whisper the last part as anger grows inside of me.

How could he be with something this morning? After last night, and then inviting me out to lunch? I felt disgusting. Used once again. Did every guy think it was okay to sleep with heaps of people at once? Not taking any care as to how those people would feel?

Dropping his napkin he cocked a brow as his eternal smile fades, "Excuse me?"

Avoiding his eyes I shrug.

"Edward?" his stern voice causes me to look up at him.

He looks angry.

It's not my business if he sleeps with other people.

He looks like Demetri.

I need to apologise.

"I'm sorry," I blurt.

Standing up quickly, I grab my phone and keys; throwing down money on the table before running out of there. Leaving a stunned Emmett, I rush out the door and head for my car.

"EDWARD?" he shouts.

He's yelling at me.

He's angry at me.

"Stop!"

Hearing his footsteps race towards me, I finally reach my car.

I should do as he says.

And then he might not hurt me.

But it's Emmett…

He wouldn't…

Wouldn't he?

Demetri did.

"Edward, stop!" his voice reaches me as he does, stopping a foot away. I shake with nerves as he pants for breath. With my back to him and facing my car, I squeeze my eyes closed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, it's not my business. I'm sorry." Whimpering softly, tears are welling in my eyes, but I pray they don't fall.

"Edward," I flinch with shock.

He doesn't yell my name.

It's whispered; barely audible.

His fingers reach my shoulders and then wrap around, holding them gently. Surprisingly, I don't flinch. Involuntarily, I lean back; comforted by his very touch. Suddenly, he steps forward; and with one arm around my lower waist and the other my upper chest, he pulls me in to him securely.

"Edward," he whispers into my ear. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You know that. It's Emmett."

"Emmett?" I repeat.

"Yes, Emmett. Me."

With my eyes still closed, I turn my head to rest against his shoulders. Opening them, I take in his concerned expression. My face crumples as confusion envelopes me.

It's Emmett. He'd never hurt me. I know that.

Swiftly, he turns me around and hugs me tightly. Surrounding me with his large, protective arms. For a moment it reminds me of his lunch and I chuckle nervously. Breaking apart from me slightly his eyes meet mine. "Edward? Please explain what just happened? First, you accuse me of being with someone this morning, and then you apologise profusely while running away from me." Resting his hands against the sides of my head, he cradles it, staring it my eyes. "Please explain what's going on in that mind of yours. What you're thinking."

I sigh as gaze into his dark blues. "I'm sorry," he's about to interrupt but I clamp my hand against his mouth lightly. Shocked from my movement I take a step back from him. But he follows me.

Taking a step closer, he lifts my hand, "Explain," he pleads before placing my hand on his mouth. His eyes seem to be sparkling, and I can't help but smile a little.

"I'm sorry. I just – when you said that your morning was – satisfying, I assumed you were with someone. But even if you were, it's none of my business. So don't worry. And I'm sorry." I lift my hand away from him, only for him to grasp it in his.

Raising it back to his mouth, he kisses each finger as he stares at me and then holds it gently against his nose. Breathing me in slowly, he smiles. "Thank you for explaining yourself Edward, but there are a couple of things about me you need to understand." He places my hand on his hip, rests one of his on mine, and the other against my cheek. "I never date more than one person at a time. I'm a one man, man." He announces with a grin before it slowly fades, "And I would never – will never, ever, hurt you. Do you understand me? I don't care how many times I need to remind you of this; but I will never hit you or hurt you." Looking anywhere but his eyes he holds my chin softly, raising my head so that I have no choice but to look at him. "Even if I'm upset or mad or angry. I'll never hurt you."

His determined expression seems familiar, I've heard these words before. But for some reason, a part of me believes him completely.

"Okay," I whisper.

Nodding, he moves his lips to my ear – but not before I see his sexy smirk form on his face. "And as for my satisfying morning," – he rocks against me gently, squishing me between his hips and my car, causing me to groan. – "I was simply having a nice, hot shower, while I touched myself." Moving his lips closer and closer to mine, he whispers, "As I thought about you."

As fear and anxiety are completely replaced with comfort and lust, I simply can't help myself.

I crash my lips to his; kissing him for all I'm worth.

He groans out in pleasure, quickly lifting my legs so that I can wrap them around his waist. Suddenly, I'm so fucking horny.

I want him. Now.

"Emmett," I moan loudly.

"Fuck, Edward…" he starts to rock slowly into me as he kisses me all over; lips, cheeks, nose, neck.

"Yes," I hiss into his ear, taking it into my mouth and nibbling. He moans. "Fuck. Me," I whisper.

He gasps and then moves his head back, "Edward. Please don't say things like that to me. Not when I'm like this." Purposefully, he thrusts his very hard cock against mine. Realising I'm in the exact same state as him, he groans.

"I want to Emmyy…" I plead quietly, unconsciously giving him a nickname.

"Shit," he shakes his head slowly.

His eyes are dark with lust as they move back to me. I want so bad for him to give in, and stop being a gentleman about it.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" I tease. He growls before kissing me hard, quickly. "Or…do you want me to fuck you…?"

His breath hitches.

Silence surrounds us as his thinking face takes place. He's adorable with his scrunched eyebrows and crooked mouth.

Finally his eyes return to mine; darker than ever, and with a clear expression.

"Edward, do you want to come back to my place?"

I don't hesitate at all.

"Yes."

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