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wrapped her hands around my neck, pulling me as closer to her as possible and kissing me fiercely as her life depended on it.
    But now, when the morning came and replaced the confidence the whiskey gave us, we were laying on different sides of bed, without even trying to get close to each other.
    I stood there without moving about an hour, and I couldn’t stop thinking that Emma was awake, too. Her breathing was normal, rhythmic and I could swear she sighed a couple of times. But then again, I had no balls to try and talk to her, because I had no idea what she might be thinking.
    Maybe she was sorry. No. Not maybe. I knew for sure Emma wasn’t the “one-night-stand” type of girl, so she might have serious doubts about her standards right now. And I was freaking mad at myself for not stopping the other night, but shoot me, I am a guy, and a guy has needs.
    I slowly got out of bed, taking a pair of jeans I found on a chair and dragged them on, went downstairs, and thought about what I should do while I prepared coffee. Maybe Emma would appreciate some caffeine after what happened last night.
    I kept myself busy for as long as I could, but there weren’t too many things a guy could do in the kitchen, and after preparing breakfast and coffee, I went and watched TV for a while, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Emma in my bedroom. I had no idea what I could say to her. I wanted to tell her everything I felt, that I’d do anything for her to be okay, and that I hoped she didn’t regret what happened, because I don’t regret any moment with her.
    Then I heard my bedroom door opening, and my heart stopped beating. What am I going to tell her? I was such a freaking coward!
    “Um… Hey, Ems!” I tried to sound really confident, but my voice was weird. Dude, get a grip!
    She gasped, and looked at me, as if she didn’t think I would be there, but after all, where would I be? It was my house, and she didn’t seriously think I would leave her alone.
    “Hey, Matt,” she said, sounded deadly serious.
    Okay, this is gonna be bad. Oh, so bad!
    “I made breakfast,” I said quickly, before she even try and say something. “And coffee,” I added, as if coffee would suddenly make everything better.
    “I appreciate, but I have to…”
    “I always make good coffee,” I said stupidly. Serious? Coffee? You’re a fuckin’ genius, Matt Nicholls!
    “And I’m sure you do, but my parents are surely worried, and I’m so surprised they didn’t call to the police already. Or maybe they did.”
    “You’re so beautiful, you know?” I said, without even thinking just when she opened her mouth to say something.
    I mean, Emma was so not the type who would melt because of a compliment. I was so stupid that everything came out of my mouth this morning was bullshit.
    “Listen, Matthew, I…” she paused, as if she didn’t understand what I just said, and then she ran her hand through her beautiful hair, which curls were not as big as last night, looking so naturally and perfect on her. “Thank you…” she said, and sighed.
    It took just one moment until I realized I even moved, and suddenly I was holding her in my arms, carefully like she would broke if I squeezed her too hard, and pressed my lips against hers. At first she didn’t even know what happened, but eventually she wrapped her hands around my neck, and I felt my body relaxing as my hands touched her back. God, I could get used to this!
    “I’m sorry,” she said, pulling from the kiss and pushing me away. “I have to… I… Need… I wanna go home, Matt, do you mind?”
    She really looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept at all, but she still looked perfect. I wanted to say something, to make all her fears go away, to hold her forever, but she didn’t seem willing to talk about it.
    “Yes, sure, I’ll…” I paused, and sighed. I wasn’t ready to lose her. I wanted to do something, but I had no idea what to do. “I’ll take you home,” I said