Chapter Twelve

 

 

J.T. woke the next morning certain the night before had been a dream.

A very good one, but a dream nonetheless.

He nearly dumped them both in the floor when he realized the reason he was lying on the floor of his living room was because Emma was curled right next to him.

The couch hadn’t been big enough for both of them to sleep comfortably. He vaguely remembered the two of them slipping to the rug.

One of them had grabbed the throw pillows his sister had made in the eighth grade to match the couch.

Emma’s strawberry blonde hair completely covered hers, and a strand or dozen was stuck to his cheek. He pushed it away, then let his hand linger.

He’d kissed Emma last night.

Much better—she’d kissed him.

Because she’d had feelings for him for a very long time.

What was he going to do about that? What if he did something completely stupid after all, and she ended up never speaking to him again? How was he supposed to handle that?

First, though…hadn’t she said she had three more exams to go before she was finished with this semester? He put his hand on her back and nudged her lightly. “Emma? Babe, you really need to wake up now.”

“Hmmm. I don’t want to.” She snuggled against him and he felt every beautiful inch of her press against his side.

Maybe college seniors had make up exam days?

That wouldn’t work for either of them. He knew she’d worked too hard to get to where she was only to throw it away. “Em, what time is your first class?”

“Noon. I don’t do mornings very well.” She pulled the blanket up over head and sighed.

J.T. looked at the clock. Eight. She had plenty of time if she wanted to sleep a little longer. But…they were on the floor. “You think you’d be more comfortable on the couch?”