We didn’t get through the full six hours of Pride and Prejudice. But I was okay with it. Really okay; and it’s not like we were watching it anyway.
We made out for a while until Rob’s phone went off and he had to go thanks to a security issue. Again.
I guess it was for the best because I’d started feeling like making out wasn’t quite enough and I was pretty sure he was feeling the same, despite his assurances that we couldn’t take it further. His glazed-over eyes and reddened complexion told me he’d been affected by the kiss, too, even though the thought of not kissing him again felt like some sort of crime against kissing.
And he really was a good kisser. Pulling away from him had been the single hardest thing I’d ever done. Actually, he was the one to pull away, so I guess it wasn’t something I did, but accepting that the kiss was over was brutal. Especially as he then proceeded to tell me precisely why we couldn’t have a repeat of it. Though I’ll admit that during the lecture, I may have zoned out watching his swollen and delicious lips move as he spoke.
But as we left the lounge, I at least had enough presence of mind to ask him about Brooklyn and if she had a cell phone yet.
“Not yet,” he said, pushing his fingers through the hair that I’d had a very good time messing up. “I’ll text you when she does.”
I nodded as we walked side by side down the hall, just like we had the day before, although so much had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I stole a glance at him. “Okay. Thanks.”
We got to the stairs and stopped, an awkward silence stretching between us before we both spoke.
“Are you working tomorrow?” I said.
“Sorry we didn’t get to watch the movie,” he said at the same time.
We laughed. I waved him to go first.
“I’m not working tomorrow,” he said. “And sorry about the movie.”
Right. Like I cared about that. “Thanks for the treats,” I said. And the kissing. Especially the kissing.
He smiled, like he read my thoughts.
“Should we watch the rest of the movie?” I asked, not caring even a little about the actual movie (my apologies to Colin Firth, but kissing a real boy...man trumps a TV hottie. Every. Single. Time).
Rob looked down the hall and dragged his hand through his hair again before he looked at me. “I don’t think we should. I mean, I’d like to see you again, but I think we need to cool it a bit, don’t you?”
“No,” I said, making him smirk. “But I’m not the one who thinks this is a bad idea.”
“Emmie...”
I waved him off and turned toward the stairs. “It’s fine. Text me your sister’s number, okay?”
“I will,” he said as I started up the steps. “Emmie?”
I stopped and looked over my shoulder.
“If I could, I would, you know.”
I nodded and began climbing up the stairs, listening for his footsteps, but there was only the sound of my own. It took every ounce of will power I had not to look back, but I didn’t, knowing he was watching me.
I allowed a smile to creep across my face; I hate using violent metaphors, but I knew in that second that although I’d lost the battle, I would win the war.
There was no doubt in my mind that in time, he would be mine; I’d bet money on it.