Unbreakable(29)

“Wait, what?” I stare at him. “You did?”

Everything Lilly’s said about him hooking up with girls all over Toronto comes rushing back. I didn’t want to believe it before, but…

He starts laughing. “Wow. You’re really gullible when you’re horny, you know that?”

I give him a shove. “And you’re mean.”

Will chuckles and pulls me against him. “Sorry. Forgive me?”

“Do you promise you’ll get condoms tomorrow?”

“I promise,” he says, crossing his heart with his fingers and smiling at me.

“Then I guess you’re forgiven.”

“I’d go get some now, but I think the store is closed,” he says. “Besides, it will force us to stick to the original plan—going slow.”

“Stupid country store hours,” I mutter. “It’s still pouring out, anyway. I wouldn’t want you to go out in that mess, even if it’s for a good cause.”

I snuggle against him, and he pulls me close.

I could really get used to this—the cuddling, the sweet words, and his silly teasing. It sure doesn’t feel like just sex. It feels like it has the potential to be something more. Much more.

Stop it, Emmy.

He insisted it can’t go any further than this between us, and that if I couldn’t handle it, we needed to get off this train right now.

Sadly, I know it’s too late for all of that. I jumped on with both feet, and I’m staying on board no matter what. The faster things go makes every line we cross blur and blend together, and it’s only getting more exciting as we speed along the tracks.

But I have no doubt that it’s going to be me who derails, crashes, and burns once we reach the end of the line.





Chapter Thirteen





WILL




The late morning sun streams in through the skylight, and I stretch like a contented cat. We slept in late but spent most of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms.

I’m not sure I can be any happier than I am right now. Well, maybe if we’d f*cked I could be, but it’s still the happiest I’ve been in a long damn time.

Every porn movie I’ve seen and each jack-off fantasy I’ve had pales in comparison to the hot and heavy make-out session Emmy and I had last night. Touching my dream girl? Kissing her and being that close? It was f*cking perfect.

I’d had to count backward in my head from one hundred every single time she’d sigh or whisper my name. I even pictured myself in the dentist’s chair getting a root canal when things felt like they were getting too hot.

Emmy had been really into it, too. Her sexy undies were soaked when I’d skimmed my hand over her *. I’d wanted to rip them off and bury my face between her legs. Just one taste—that’s all I’d wanted.

Ah, who the f*ck am I kidding? One taste will never be enough.

I roll over to put my arm around her, but she’s not there. The bed is alarmingly empty.

Fear steals through me and bitter acid rises up into my throat. I swallow and sit up, running a hand through my hair. What if she’s changed her mind? After my big speech about her not being able to handle everything, suddenly I’m the one who’s panicked at the thought of her backing out.

I hear noise coming from downstairs and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The faint scent of smoke wafts through the air before a high-pitched scream pierces the sudden silence.

I’m downstairs in two seconds flat, skidding across the kitchen floor like I’m auditioning for my favorite eighties flick, Risky Business.

Emmy stands in the middle of the room, holding a glass pitcher of what appears to be orange juice. She’s wearing nothing but her sexy undies and a tank top.

Her hair is wet, the toaster is billowing smoke, and the pan on the stove is engulfed in flames.

I grab the fire extinguisher off of the wall—just in case—as the smoke alarm begins to screech. She jumps in fright at the sudden noise and the pitcher slips from her grasp. The glass explodes as it hits the floor and juice sprays everywhere.

Emmy lets out a frightened cry as I slam the lid down on the frying pan. Thankfully, this extinguishes the fire, and I quickly snap off the burner.

A moment later, the toaster pops up two smoky, black slabs. I cough and yank the plug from the wall, just to be safe.

Emmy takes a step toward me, and I hold up my hand. “No! There’s glass everywhere. Stay put.”

I reach up and rip the battery from the smoke alarm, and it lets out a slow, dying beep.

Glancing around at the kitchen, I bite down on the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing. It’s a total, epic disaster in here.

My eyes move over to Emmy. She looks completely stunned as she glances around at the mess.

That does it—I can’t hold back my laughter. It bubbles up and out of me until I feel like I’m going to bust my gut. This is her steak-grilling incident all over again. Minus the fire trucks.

Emmy crosses her arms and glares. “Well, you don’t have to laugh at me!”

Unfortunately, this just makes me laugh harder. I feel like total shit for doing it, but I just can’t stop.

“Em, at what point did this all go so horribly wrong?” I ask between snickers. I grab the broom to sweep up the glass.