Chapter 9 – I Love You

Waking up the next morning; ‘what the fuck? Where am I?’ Simone murmurs in her mind, trying to remember what happened. She remembers lying on the sofa, watching television. Trying to roll over to get out of the bed she was in; an arm wraps around her, pulling her back to settle into the muscled chest behind her.

“Good morning” Emmett whispers, giving a peck on her ear.

‘Emmett. I’m in Emmett’s room’ she says to herself. ‘I must have fallen asleep on the sofa and he bought me in here.’ “Morning” Simone murmurs back, a smile glistening her face; barely containing the happiness she was feeling. “What am I doing in here?”

“You looked uncomfortable on the sofa. You don’t mind I bought you in here?” Emmett asks, uncertain if he made the right choice last night. They have been slowly getting more intimate; he wanted her to sleep next to him.

“It’s fine” Simone assures him, a small blush creeping on her face. ‘It’s more than fine’ she adds to herself; ‘It’s marvellous.’

Smiling inwardly, Emmett pulls her closer to him. “You can sleep in here whenever you want to” he whispers; closing his eyes again.

“Emmett” Simone says, rolling her body over to face him. ‘As much as I want to; I have to know where I stand with him before I make the decision to sleep next to him’ she thinks. Once facing him, she realises he isn’t wearing a shirt and her blush deepens. “Umm…” she stammers, trying to look away from his bare chest.

Emmett smirks, opening his eyes and noticing her awkwardness. ‘Fuck she’s beautiful when she is embarrassed.’ “See anything you like?” he teases, grabbing her hands and placing them on his chest.

“Umm…Yeah… I mean no…” she stumbles, turning her face away from him; barely controlling her beating heart.

Emmett grabs her chin and turns her towards him; “just say it” he says, brushing his lips across her cheek.

“I..um;” she begins; pausing to calculate the words she was hoping to tell him. ‘Why is this topic so hard to talk to him about?’ “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me being in here” she stammers; lying her head back down on the pillow next to him.

‘If she looked lower than my chest she would see; I am not uncomfortable with her being here’ he laughs to himself, pulling her into his embrace again. “I have a confession to make” he smiles, pushing his torso against her body.

‘Is that what I think it is?’ She questions to herself.

“I am not uncomfortable with you being here. I will not do anything you are not ready for” Emmett says, feeling her body tense up next to him. ‘Am I pushing her too fast again?’ he questions himself.

Relaxing into Emmett’s chest; Simone breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you” she whispers, wrapping her arms around him. “I will sleep here, if you a happy for me to do so.”

Before Simone could say anything further; Emmett crushes his lips on hers. Slowly parting her lips to allow his tongue to enter as they fight for dominance in her mouth. ‘God damn!’ Simone says inwardly; her chest beating faster.

“I need to take a shower” Emmett announces; pulling away from her and rolling out of the bed. Simone watches as he disappears into the bathroom.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!’ Simone repeats over and over; climbing out of bed and racing to her bathroom to use the toilet and quickly brush her teeth. Once done, she comes back into the bedroom and lays down on the pillow; inhaling the scent of Emmett’s cologne. ‘I need to tell him how I feel. If he doesn’t feel the same way; we can stop this charade now.’

Waiting nervously, Simone hears the shower stop and Emmett comes out of bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. ‘God damn!’ she says to herself again, staring at her handsome husband. Smirking, Emmett sits on the side of the bed and kisses her forehead. “Mrs Peterson” he murmurs.

‘Here goes nothing.’ “Emmett; I need to tell you how I feel. If you don’t feel the same way; I understand and will stop” Simone says; turning her face to the side, trying to stop the tears from flowing. “I like you a lot and would like to make a go of our marriage.”

“Only like?” Emmett asks, not hiding the smile beaming on his face.

‘What does he mean; only like?’ Simone huffs in his mind. ‘I want to be with him. I want to spend the res… oh; shit!’ “Not only like” she timidly responds.

“Then what?” Emmett asks, brushing his lips across her cheeks and down her neck.

“I love you” she says, in barely a whisper. Emmett still heard her and sits up again; releasing a long breath.

“I love you, too. I have always loved you” Emmett reciprocates, wrapping her in his arms around her again; moving his lips down the nape of her neck. “There was no-one else and will never be anyone else.”

‘Holy fuck! Is he telling me he has loved me since he was 12?’ “Emmett” Simone whispers; her body suddenly aching for his touch. ‘Am I really going to ask this?’ she says to herself. ‘I love him and want to be with him as his wife.’

“I know; we will take our time” he responds; leaning in to kiss her again.

Placing her hand on his chest; Simone stops him; “no. I don’t want to take my time. I want you and only you” she says; moving herself onto his lap.

“Are you sure?” Emmett asks, not wanting her stop the process. ‘Is she asking me to have sex with her?’ he contemplates; not knowing what was on her mind.

“Yes. Make love to me” she responds.

Without questioning further; he crashes his lips on hers again; leaning her down against the pillow.