Forget sleeping in it. I'd also shoved a bookcase in front of the door and forbidden anyone else to go in. Thomas didn't say a word.
But he did start perusing local real estate listings.
The second Thomas laid eyes on me, he grounded me indefinitely.
That's not true, exactly. He hugged me first. But the grounding occurred shortly thereafter.
I have Michael's number on my phone. I could call him and ask him to come over."
I'd do whatever it took to talk to Michael. If that included serving up some extra crazy with a side of sauce, so be it.
"Babe?" he called over his shoulder to Dru, watching me with wide eyes as I kept singing, twirling my hair around my finger. "You might wanna hurry.
Don't say anything about rules, or you'll be dead in the future because I killed you. No one else is following them besides you, and I'll be damned if some misguided sense of honor makes you do something stupid now.
Myra McEntireWould you like to try this again then, another time?"
"I'd very much like to try this again, another time." He grinned, but it carried a touch of sadness. "I'll give you a second to...uh...fix your hair."
"My hair?"
"I'll give you a second to fix my hair. I mean, I'll give you a second while I go fix my hair." He let out a sigh. "I mean, I'll see you downstairs."
He turned to walk out of the room, but unfortunately, he forgot to open the door first. I managed to hold my laughter until he got it right.
Can you do any nature sounds, birdcalls?"
"Birdcalls?" He'd cracked from the pressure. "In case you need me.
Maybe we should take this back to my place."
He lifted his head to look at me, a strange expression on his face. I let out a nervous giggle. "That sounded better in my head."
"It sounded pretty damn good out of it.
And I love you."
"Remember the night we sat here, and I fed you all the clues the future Em had given me to convince you I was legit? The bluegrass, the belly ring-"
"The designated hitter?"
"Yes." He grinned.
"Hmph."
"What else did I tell you?"
"That you had a teddy bear named Rupert."
He rolled his eyes. "About you, and the first time I saw you."
Answering made me feel shy, but I did it anyway.
"That I said I would take your breath away the first time you saw me." I was still holding his face, and he reached up to put his hands over mine.
"You did it then. And you just did it again." His kiss was sweet, soft, and easy at first. I felt urgency stir just under the surface, but I refused to let the desire to hurry things interfere in the moment. I wanted to savor every single one.
We had all the time in the world.
My brother's voice floated down from the open window. "Emerson!"
Well, as son as my grounding was over, we had all the time in the world.
Just Michael, how grateful I was that he was alive, how much I wanted to touch him. How much I wanted him to touch me.
He kept his eyes on the activity outside. "Emerson, you can't look at me like that. Not right now."
"How do you know I'm looking at you?"
"I can feel it." He smiled. I couldn't see it, but I could hear it in his voice. He hooked one arm around my neck and gently pulled me to his side.
That hurts me in my feminism.
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