“You are?” she whispers.
“If that's okay with you.”
“Of course it is.” She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck. I pull her flush to my chest and will my dick to behave as I inhale her sweet scent. “Could you stay with me?”
I grin. “You wanna have a sleepover?”
She bites her lip and nods. “I do.”
Leaning forward, I kiss the tip of her nose. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”
The beaming smile I get in return makes my heart soar.
Emma is nothing but giggles and tripping over her own feet as we head out of the bar. Grinning, I shake my head and scoop her up in my arms. She squeals with laughter, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“My hero.” She smiles.
Fuck, this woman has turned my world upside down in the best way.
“Always for you, Red.” I press a kiss to her forehead and she sighs, leaning her head against my chest.
After I stick her in the passenger side of my truck and buckle her up, I hop in the driver’s seat.
She talks the whole way home about the one time she snuck out of the house and went drinking at the small town a half an hour away from the city and partied with what her father called ‘common folk.’ She looks disgusted when she says it.
She tells me how it was the most fun she had. That she didn’t have to worry about what people thought about her, how she just got to be a teenager. Then when she went home, she went back to her life and realized how much she was missing out on.
My heart hurts for her. I can’t imagine the kind of pressure it is to live her life. The expectations, the politics.
From what she’s told us, her father has controlled her life from the moment she was born and she looks just about done with it.
But I know it’s not that easy to say fuck it. She has a lot of things on her plate. Things she can’t just ignore.
When we get to the cabin, I push all the depressing thoughts to the side and just be here in the moment with Emma.
“I can walk,” she says as I scoop her out of the truck. I go to put her down but she clings to me. “I didn’t say I wanted you to.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You're a sassy little thing.”
“Yup,” she says proudly with a giggle.
Getting her into the cabin, I bring her over to the bed and help her take off her shoes.
“What are you doing?” I ask her when she starts to take her shirt off.
“I need a shower,” she groans. “I’m all sweaty and gross.”
“You sure you can shower?” I ask, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Yes,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “I’m a big girl you know.”
“I know, Red.” My eyes find her bare tits. “Trust me, I know.”
“You can join me if you want,” she says in a seductive tone.
My eyes lift to find hers lidded and I groan. “I want to, I really do, but I wouldn’t feel right about it. You're drunk. And I won’t take advantage of you like this.”
Her eyes water and I fear I’ve upset her.