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"Say something,"
She nervously pleads with me to say something, to say anything. I hadn't managed to speak for a number of seconds and it was most unlike me. I could count on one hand the number of times I ended up lost for words, it didn't happen that often. I always have something to say about everything, funnily enough, Emily would be one of the first people to say that very thing about me. 'I never want to shut my mouth-ism' she used to call it. A smile almost flashes across my lips when I think back to her saying that countless times in college.
Without a single flicker of doubt in my mind, this was by far the biggest, most important question Emily had ever put to me. I guess that explains why I'm rooted to the spot, struggling to form a sentence together. Inside my head, all I'm screaming back at her is the right answer but when I open my mouth, it doesn't come out. Nothing does for a couple more seconds.
"You er.. You really want me to move here? To Cyprus" I stutter somewhat, flickering my gaze between our entwined fingers and her beautiful eyes that have done nothing but drink me in all night.
"Okay Naoms, I'm not gonna lie, I was sort of hoping you'd say something a little bit better than that," She laughs a little, reaching up with her free hand, she gently places it on my left cheek and strokes her thumb along my face. "I love you. I've always loved you and no matter what you say next, whether it's yes or no that won't change,"
"Emily," It's all I manage to muster as her loving declaration, coupled with our contact makes my stomach flip uncontrollably. I'd never tire of hearing those words from those lips. Especially because not too long ago, I believed I'd never be lucky enough to ever hear them again.
"I know what I'm asking you. I know it's a big deal and I know it's crazy because two weeks ago, we hadn't seen each other for six whole years but none of that matters,"
"Six years because of me, Emily. Because of what I did to us,"
"I don't want to talk about that anymore," She insists, unexpectedly placing a soft kiss on my lips. It's brief. So brief I hardly have any time to properly feel it. She gently rests her forehead on mine and does nothing but watch me for a moment. "You really have to stop punishing yourself, you know that?"
"I don't know how," I'm not sure I ever have.
"Well, for a start, you could focus on now," She states simply, I feel her fingers slip under the fabric of my shirt, eventually settling on my waist after dancing across my stomach. "Focus on me," Her whisper against my lips sends a shiver up my spine, one that she notices because she smirks straight away, knowing exactly what effect she's having on me.
"I've done nothing but focus on you since I got here," It was near impossible to focus on anything else. She was absolutely breath taking, as usual. Unashamedly, I'd acted like a horny teenager since we arrived, practically eye fucking her at every available opportunity. I'm not sure she knew and if she did, she hadn't let on. "I can't take my eyes off you and as for my hands,"
"Hey, cheeky," She giggles in that infectious way I love all too much, my wandering hands slipping down onto her backside. Before saying anything else, I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I draw her in, returning the kiss I had received just previously, making sure it lasts longer than hers too. I nip her bottom lip in between before we break. "Has anyone ever told you it's rude to keep a girl waiting?"
"Nope. Never," I smirk cheekily.
"You can tell me if I'm putting too much pressure on you with all this," She adds seriously.
"Pressure?"
"If you stay, it's not just me you're taking on anymore. There's Olivia too," She begins to explain. "I know you've been getting on great with her, I haven't seen her this way with anyone but she can be difficult at times, she's hard work and I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything or give up anything,"
"Emily, shhhh," I hush her, stopping her in mid sentence. Lifting her hand in mine, I trace my fingers up and down hers before clasping them together. "I know you're a package, the best package I've ever known,"
"Most people have run a mile when they've found out about Liv,"
"I'm not most people,"
"I know," She grins, chewing her lip.
"I want you Emily, I want everything that comes with you. Olivia, your pain in the ass Sister, your overbearing Mother, everything," I say seriously but I frown when Emily lets a little bit of laughter escape her lips. "What's funny?"
"I just remembered the old you. All scared of commitment and talk of babies," She giggles, closing the small gap between us. She kisses me again, much more passionate than before. It leaves me breathless.
"What was that for?"
"I was just making sure this was all real and I wasn't dreaming,"
"You definitely aren't dreaming Em but we better make double sure huh?" I smile against her lips, enjoying a few more seconds of kissing her in a way I would never tire of. Afterwards, I place my arms around her shoulders. "My Mum is going to be fucking ecstatic when I tell her I'll be using my room a lot more often. You've no idea how long she's been at me to move here,"
"You'd stay at your Mum's?"
"Well yeah,"
"When I asked you to move here, I meant, move here and move in with me,"
"You want me to move in with you?"
"Christ Naoms. You really aren't good at this, are you?" She laughs at me. "I'm not sure you've noticed but I have plenty of spare rooms at mine,"
"Ah yes, Fitch mansions," I tease back.
"Uh huh. I'll even let you choose your own, what more does a girl want?"
"Where's the gorgeous red head sleeping?" I wink, placing a teasing kiss on the corner of Emily's smiling mouth. "Are you sure about this?"
"Positive," She confirms. "Where's the sense in you sleeping in an empty bed at your Mum's and me being alone when we could be together?"
"I don't want to feel like you have to rush anything. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to take things slow, I'd totally understand,"
"I've just asked you to move here, Naomi. I think I'm way past the taking things slowly stage," She laughs afterwards. "Anyway, we're both in this now for the long haul, aren't we?"
"Of course," As far as I was concerned, this what it. Emily and me. How it should of always been before I stupidly thrown us off track.
"Then why waste more time? I think we've done enough of that our whole lives," She whispers, stroking my cheek. "We've always been right, me and you. I want to fall asleep with you and I want to wake every morning with you there next to me, snoring your head off in that cute way you do,"
"Are you fucking shitting me? I don't snore," I protest strongly and quickly, which only makes her laugh harder and louder. "At least I don't sleep with my mouth hanging open,"
"You're such a liar,"
"You were drooling last night," I tease, biting my lip. "And this morning, a little bit,"
"It didn't stop you watching me, did it?" She smirks, a satisfying smirk.
"It didn't, it's kinda cute actually,"
"You've always watched me sleep, it creeps me out a lot less than it used to," She giggles and I playfully pretend to wriggle from her grasp in a huff. "Naomi, you know I'm joking,"
"I'm sleeping on the right side of the bed," I announce suddenly, smiling instantly when her beautiful, heart stopping grin fills her face. I'd always slept on the right side of any bed we had ever shared. Even in the last few years I'd fall asleep on that particular side, despite having the whole bed to myself. It just became habit, I guess. "Getting on that flight two weeks ago is fast becoming the best thing I've ever done,"
"If you move in with me, I'll make sure that becomes the best thing you've ever done,"
"Is that a promise, Miss Fitch?"
"Uh huh," She grins, lightly kissing my lips. I envelope her in the biggest of hugs, enjoying our embrace as much as I should. I nuzzle into her neck, pulling her body close, pressing mine up against hers. "We should really head back out there, Zoe will be waiting on our news,"
"Waiting?" I ask, frowning as I pull out of her embrace.
"I asked her if she thought it was a good idea, it was Zoe who actually persuaded me to do it because I almost changed my mind,"
"Why?"
"Scared of you saying no," She says, linking her arms around the back of my neck as the familiar grin washes across her face. "She basically insisted that wasn't going to happen though,"
"Yeah she's got this crazy idea in her head that I'm still madly in love with you or something," I almost laugh in between. "I guess she could be right,"
"Stop teasing me," She begs, nudging me playfully. "That spare room can be all yours if you really want it to be, you know?"
"Emily, you really shouldn't say things you don't mean," I giggle at her, stroking some hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. "I've been madly in love with you since we were twelve or something,"
"Twelve?!"
"Yeah. I know I didn't always show it, especially in the beginning. I was so horrible to you but it was only because you scared the shit out of me," I start then stop, still running my thumb across her cheek. "You're the first person I ever loved,"
"Vodka and soppy talk equals Fitch tears, you know that don't you?"
"Hmm- probably best I leave the soppy talk for later then," I decide, reaching to take her hand in mine. "So, would my beautiful girlfriend like to accompany me back to the bar?"
"I'd love to," She answers, gently pulling on my hand to lead me towards her office door. "I've really missed hearing you call me that,"