Chapter 128

Emily's POV

Six months after.

It was a warm and cozy evening when Eric walked into the room.

I stared at his empty hands and my mouth tilted downwards in disappointment.

"I thought you were coming in with my food," I pouted, my arms folded across my chest.

He smirked and walked to my bedside and placed a quick kiss on my forehead, sitting beside me on the bed.

"I see I've become so good at cooking that you want me to be your private chef," he teased, poking my nose slightly and I rolled my eyes.

I leaned closer and wrapped my arms around his necks while he wrapped his around my waist. This had become a new normal for us every evening.

"Let's eat out tonight," he offered. "A friend is opening this new restaurant and wants us to be one of his first customers."

I pouted. "Then their food had better be as perfect as yours."

His nose flicked mine and we both laughed. As out laughter died down, we leaned into each other with our eyes transfixed, but we were suddenly interrupted by the lou