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could have been skin to skin.  Emma smelled like flowers, but then again he was clutching the roses in one big fist against her side. 
     
    Moments ago he’d almost touched her face to pull some of the fly away blond strands of her hair from her eyes, but those blue eyes had gotten all big and scared so Jax had dropped his hand.
     
    He could feel the sparks of attraction everywhere Emma’s hands touched him, even when pushing him away. He was getting excited and the last thing he wanted her to think was that Jax was getting off on her struggling against him.  It wasn’t the struggle, there was something about Emma.  Maybe it was the challenge.  The experience of being refused was not one he was too familiar with.  There was an excitement in knowing Emma was going to reject him. Jax looked down into her face and could see a storm brewing just under the surface. Emma was about to blow up.
                 
    "What are you up to? Is this a bet?  Is this a make ugly Emma cry week?  Are your friends around the corner taking pictures of me for Facebook?  Why can't you leave me alone?" Emma’s words poured out like little pieces of glass, each one sharper than the next.
     
      Tears didn't spill down her cheeks but he could see she was on the verge of it, or the verge of socking him in the dick for being an asshole.  Against his better judgment, honesty seemed to be the best policy.  He dropped his arms but kept a hand on her so she couldn't run away.  Emma watched him suspiciously, but he could see past it.  Emma was hurt.  Not just because he didn’t show up at her break. She was not like the girls he was usually around who played at being hurt so they got their way.  No, this type of hurt was deep.  Emma did a good job hiding it from people but Jax could see it. 
     
    "Emma, my friends don't know I'm here.  They would laugh their asses off if they knew.” Jax said quietly.
                 
    Emma rubbed at her eyes with the back of her arm. She was tired and irritated, "Why then?" 
                 
    "I don't know." He said it like he truly was baffled.
                 
    "That's not good enough,” she said as she tried pulling her arm out of Jax’s grip again, and this time he got the message and he let her go. 
     
    Jax trailed after Emma all the way home. He stopped between their houses and stood on the sidewalk.  Some unnamable emotion flooded his body as he watched Emma walking away, letting the distance grow as she approached her house.  He thought Emma’s house looked like one they would use in a horror movie. The cute blond nerd girl who was the lone survivor already lived there.   When Emma got to her front door Jax watched her unlock it and go inside.  She never even looked back at him.  Now he recognized the feeling he’d felt as she walked away from him.  Loneliness.
     
    He stood on the sidewalk holding the half crushed flowers in his hand trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
     
    Then Jax remembered he still had her glasses in his pocket, “Fuck.”
     
     
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    Someone was watching her, Emma thought, as she walked quickly down the street toward home.  Working later than usual, she hadn’t left for home until it was dark outside.
     
    Emma rubbed at a rain drop that splattered her face.  The night was overcast and the threat of rain was making good on its promise as big fat drops started pinging on the sidewalk and her head.  The smell of wet concrete filled the air as Emma pulled her coat up around her neck trying to keep the rain from running down her face and under her coat. Quickly looking around, Emma still had the feeling of being followed that just wouldn’t go away. A stray thought filled her mind momentarily of Jax, but Emma quickly dismissed it.  Jax hadn’t been around for weeks, not since she’d left him standing on the sidewalk with a bouquet of crushed flowers in his hand. 
     
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