“So, you own the bar now?” I say, “That’s great. Why didn’t you say?”
Emerson gives me a measured look. “You didn’t ask.”
I stop. How is this my fault? “Yeah, well I didn’t exactly have time, what with you pummeling a guy, pretending like you were going to make out with me, then judging every one of my life choices.”
My reply whips out before I can stop it. I clamp my hand over my mouth, and stare at the shocked expression on Emerson’s face. He so wasn’t expecting that! But why the hell shouldn’t I say it? It’s the truth, after all. I let out a giggle, unable to stop myself.
His expression changes.
“You’re drunk.” He says shortly.
I shrug, defensive. “So what if I am?”
“You never could hold your liquor.” He shakes his head, and takes another gulp of his beer. “I wonder, what else has changed…?” Emerson’s mouth curves into a lascivious smile. “You still make that breathy noise when you come?”
I gasp, shocked. “Fuck you!”
“Already been there, darlin’.”
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