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either." Emmy turned to look at him as he leaned back on his elbows. "Our street ran north-south, so it would just disappear behind the rowhomes and that would be that. When the shadow reached the other side of the street, it was time to go in."
She smiled a small, private smile. "I'd like to see your house," she prodded gently.
"I know," he cast his eyes down. "You will. Let's not talk about that shit right now, please? It's too fucking nice here to be bringing up bad shit."
She sighed and leaned back, snuggling down into his chest. "It's where you're from," she echoed. "It made you who you are."
"I hope to hell I'm better than that," he growled and she was silent.
The sun dipped lower, coloring the hazy skin a muted orange. The clouds were tipped in faint pink that deepened as the hill swallowed the light. When the last fiery sliver disappeared below the horizon, Emmy sighed a deep sigh of contentment that tore at J.'s heart. "Hey, I'm sorry," he heard himself say. "I didn't mean to be an ass."
She pulled back from him and smiled. "You can make it up to me by finding some food."
He laughed. "I saw a Wawa back on the main road."
"Good," she nodded.
He waited a beat. "You're not coming with me?"
"Do you mind?"
"Well yeah. I don't like leaving you alone."
"I feel like if I leave here, some sort of magic spell will be broken." She cocked her head at him, begging him with her eyes to understand.
He did. "I don't want to go back either," he nodded. "I'll grab us sandwiches and we'll just stay right here."
"For the night?"
"Why the hell not?"
She looked around. "Won't someone say something?"
"If they do, we'll deal with it. You can't live your life getting upset over shit that hasn't happened yet."
She laughed. "That's all I do."
"Well then stop it." He brushed a light kiss across her lips. "Don't you move from this spot. I'll be back in ten minutes."
She wrapped herself in the blanket and nodded at him, her pale eyes catching the beginnings of moonlight.
He rode so fast he frightened even himself. Leaving her like that felt like he had removed a limb. The pangs of uncertainty bloomed into paranoia as he paid for their hoagies. He made sure to loom closely over the shoulder of the greasy haired teenager in front of him. One look at the impatient, angry black biker behind him made the transaction go as quick as a wink. The cashier didn't meet his eyes when he paid and for once it didn't bother him. Let them be afraid of him , it improved the level of service. It got him back on his bike quickly and back to the hill where Emmy sat watching the shadows.
Chapter 7
Emmy
We made love under the moonlit sky. As I looked up into the indigo curtain, I felt like I was floating among the silver tipped clouds, weightless and finally free. The urgency of this morning had passed, and with it our need to hurry to the climax. It was like we finally understood that this wasn't going to be over any time soon. This was real and we were both staying right here for the duration.
I buried my face in his shoulder as I came, his name on my lips as I shuddered. When he held me tighter, tears pricked my eyes. I didn't know why I was crying other than that they were good tears. Healing tears. Happy, exhausted and desperately in love tears.
"I love you," I gasped as he ground to a halt inside me. When he flopped forward, I embraced him as hard as I could, holding him there inside of me where I wanted him to stay.
When he pulled free, I moaned. He ran a searching finger over my face. "You always do that."
"Do what?"
"Whine a little when I pull out."
I flushed deep red. "You noticed?"
"I'd have to be deaf." He traced my face again. "It's pretty much the sexiest thing ever, " he continued.
I laughed and nuzzled up to him. He spread his jacket over the two of us. The ground was lumpy under the blanket and the mosquitos