Page 13 of Flung

Chapter Six

Colton

I sat down on the couch with Emma.

She looked a little sleepy but was smiling. The after party was quieter, and she seemed much more relaxed already.

After a moment, she moved a little closer. “You, uh. You’re a good DJ.”

“Thank you!” I grinned. “Hear any of your favorites?”

“Oh, uh… I don’t really listen to dance music.”

She was trying, and that was really cute.

“It’s okay. Honestly, I listen to all kinds. Like, I listen to a lot of stuff that would fit in at the club, but when I’m working in the office, it’s usually like… classical or folk.”

She lit up. “Okay, I love folk. Who do you listen to most?”

We chatted about music for a while. We actually had a lot of artists in common. The conversation bled over into books, and she told me about her job as a librarian.

It actually sounded neat, the way she described it.

She was cool. Quiet and reserved, but the more we talked, the more animated she became.

I definitely still wanted her, just as badly as I’d wanted her when she was peeling that stupid banana.

“Hey. You, uh… you don’t have a boyfriend or anything, do you?”

Emma blinked rapidly, then shook her head. “No, uh… single. Are you… seeing anyone?”

“No, not at all.” I laughed nervously.

She smiled. “That’s good. I mean… You know what I mean, right?”

“I do. Don’t worry, I got it.”

“Okay.” She laughed nervously, looking down at her hands.

I shifted toward her. “Can I kiss you?”

Her head snapped back up. “What?”

“I just… I want to kiss you, Emma.”

She bit her lip, glancing over my shoulder. Probably at her friend. Then, she nodded.

I leaned close, my head tilted. She looked up at me, not closing her eyes until the last second.

Our lips met.

I needed her.

She shifted closer as we kissed, one of her hands moving to my knee.

I wanted it higher.

Slowly, I pulled back.

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