Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Emma’s POV

“Hey,” I spoke up after a long while of silence.

“Hi,” he replied shortly after. “Still not ready to come out?”

“I am,” I said, unlocking the door and opening it.

He was sitting up against the side of the door frame, clear from the door itself. I’m sure he thought that whenever I was ready to open the door I’d do so abruptly and cause him to fall back hard so he just went against doing that altogether. I noticed he dropped a stick on the floor when he saw me, a stick I’m sure he had been playing with to alleviate his boredom.

“Hi,” he said again, standing up from the floor, making sure to dust his body off any dirt he may have sat on. “You good?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “You really sat out here the whole time?” I asked with a small smile forming on my lips.

“Of course. I did tell you that I wasn’t moving till you were ready to speak to me and I didn’t plan to go back on my word. So, are you ready to talk now?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I mean, what exactly is there for us to ta