Chapter Twenty

Emery

I run my hand on the bed, feeling the side empty; making me open my eyes—trying to look for Emma. It takes me awhile to realise that she's no longer in bed so I sit up straight, closing my eyes again for a few seconds before completely getting off the bed.

My eyes wander down at the floor, seeing that our clothes are scattered all around—making me smile to myself at the memories of last night. I immediately pick up my boxers on the floor as I make my way towards the terrace, seeing her standing there.

I lean the side of my body against the wall after crossing my arms, eyeing her from behind; how she has her butt pushed up as she bends over to the front, enjoying the view. My eyes can't seem to look away from her breathtaking body—indeed.

All of a sudden, she turns to look at me.

Her eyes wide as her cheeks flush pink, making me smile; knowing that what happened last night might be playing in her head right now. The way she tries her best to avoid looking at my eyes tells it.

''Good morning,'' She says.

''Morning,'' I take a few steps towards her but not close enough to cause any discomfort. After our little intimacy last night, we can't just jump forward because both of us are still trying to pace through.

Within seconds, I find myself eyeing her body again; down to her legs—seeing that her shorts are very short, defining her long legs perfectly and that her tank top is actually making it harder for me to be here without wanting to bring her back to bed.

''How did you sleep?'' I ask, smiling.

Her dark brown eyes look directly into mine as she bites onto her lower lip, without her realising but for some reason, I realise and I notice every single movement that she makes. It's quite surprising.

''I slept well, you?'' She smiles back.

I nod my head as an answer, continuing to smile at her; realising that she's actually playing with her fingers at her back—trying to make it less awkward for her. Yes, I do feel different around her now but it's not something that I can't handle.

We continue to look at each other without uttering a single word but as I keep on closing the distance between us; I start to see that she's actually pressing her lips into a thin line—I wonder why?

Once I'm close enough, I tuck strands of hair behind her ear so that it'll be easier for me to look at her. She looks up into my eyes; not really pushing me away or anything, ''Remember what I said yesterday?'' I ask.

She frowns, ''Which one?''

My lips curve up into a smirk, remembering that I've said a whole lot other things to her last night but that is not what I meant—far from what I meant, honestly. I place both of my hands on her hips as I look down at her, ''Which one do you remember?'' I playfully tease.

She starts to shift but she stays still, trying to think of something to say—wanting to make it seem like it's less sexual but then again, it's not even sexual. What I have in mind is far from what she has in mind.

Yes, I did say things last night.

But those kind of things are sexually in bed.

''Actually, just tell me. I remember,'' She answers.

''When I said I like you. I meant it,'' I say, making her relax a little bit—her eyes focusing more into mine, ''It's quite soon for me to fall for you but I have and I don't mind how fast it is we're going because I like it,'' I continue, caressing the side of her face with thumb.

''Well, I like you and I meant it too.'' She says.

''Good to know,'' I smile down at her, kissing onto her forehead. Long and somehow showing how I'm very serious about her in any way possible; hoping that she would be able to trust me when I say it.

She starts to laugh as I playfully kiss her neck.

Another love making won't hurt.

Once we're done showering, I wrap a towel around her body before kissing onto her shoulder; stepping out of the bathroom with her—taking my phone on the bed to see if there's any urgent calls or messages.

When I glance up to look at Emma, she has already put on her underwear—her back facing me. My eyes can't seem to look away from her body; leaving me staring at her for a few more minutes until she starts to turn around, looking directly at me.

She smiles seductively at me. Holy shit.

''Don't. You're doing it on purpose,'' I say, not really accepting the fact that she's making her way towards me but as soon as she reaches me, she starts to push me aside—heading towards the closet behind me.

I let out a breath of relief.

She puts on her sleeveless lose blouse and her skinny jeans; which I can't help find it attracting me. Then, she makes her way out of the bedroom after smirking—leaving me to calm myself down.

Holy fuck, I thought.

As soon as I'm done dressing up, I take a look in the mirror to fix my hair and let it dry naturally; before making my way down the stairs, seeing that Emma is lounging at the sofa while playing with her phone.

I make my way towards her, touching the side of her face slightly—making her look up at me, eyes wide.

''What do you want to do, today?'' I ask her.

''I thought you have everything planned in your head? I don't really know what I want to do,'' She replies. My hand won't stop touching the side of her face and she doesn't stop me anyway so I keep on going.

''All I want to do is stay in bed with you,'' I lean in.

My lips curve up into a smile as soon as she chuckles, both of her hands are on my chest; our bodies close to each other in an embrace. The way she looks up into my eyes just awes me in some way.

I've never noticed it before but after seeing her at our engagement party—the way her dress defines the shape of her body perfectly, there's no denying that she is an absolute beauty. I know that.

''I'm pretty sure that's what you want to do,''

''That's all I want to do. Look and memorise every single detail of your face, touch and remember how your skin feels against mine—''

She cuts me off by kissing me on the lips, slowly yet passionately sweet. Both of her hands are cupping onto my face; slightly making me lean in to deepen it.

And that's how it all begin.

We start to touch each other frequently without having second thoughts because we both know that we're okay with it but apparently, our love making session does not happen every night here in Santorini.

The days are spent together with talking, getting to know each other better—remembering each other's important stories. It feels like we're already a regular couple even though we're only trying to get there.

I can't get enough of her. At all.

Our days here in Greece are spent nicely and well, better than how we spent our days in New York. Well, we weren't as close as we are now when we were in New York so it explains everything.

Each day, I find myself wanting her even more.

Is that normal?

She lays her head back in the jacuzzi, closing her eyes while I continue to eye her—loving how the night sky just brings my focus onto her. The stars above can't even compete with the sight I see now. Slowly, I start to make my way towards her; stopping in front of her.

Both of my hands are on her hips, causing her to open her eyes and look straight at me. The way she smiles as she wraps her arms around my neck just soothes me in a way that I've never felt before.

I find her turning us around so she would be on top before kissing onto my neck; making me stay still and enjoy her every kiss. My hands won't leave her waist as I keep on pulling her closer towards my body.

She teases me by brushing her lips against mine—pulling back whenever I try to lean in and kiss her. All of a sudden, I find myself picking her up and placing her onto the bed; causing her to laugh as I join her.

Within seconds, I am already kissing her again.

Even though our bodies are still wet, it doesn't concern us at the moment. I continue to trail kisses down her neck and up to her earlobe; that's one of her weakness, making her breathe out and grab onto me.

Emma pushes to sit up straight before sitting on top of me, our eyes piercing into each other's soul—making us realise and admit that we no longer like each other.

We love.