She rolled her eyes, her lips lifting into a grin. “You’re such a dork.” She laughed, shaking her head. “But a loveable one.”
I kissed her roughly, my mouth pressing against hers.
I could lie here all day, with her in my arms.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Emily
“Em, sorry to barge in—”
I sat bolt upright in bed, untwining my naked body from Seth’s, and found myself staring into the shocked face of Deb. Her eyes darted from me to Seth and back to me before she bolted out of the room.
“Shit,” I gasped, my heart racing.
I felt sick. Of all the things for her to walk in on, it had to be me and Seth in bed together? Fuck, this is bad. I jumped out of bed and reached for my robe, throwing it over myself.
“Seth, get up. Deb’s here. She just walked in on us.”
Seth’s eyes flew open. He stared at me in shock. “Here? She’s here? What the hell is she doing here?” He threw the covers off and made a beeline for his clothes, which were still lying in a heap on the floor.
“I don’t know. She just walked in. She must’ve knocked and I didn’t hear her.” I ran my hands through my tangled hair. How do I handle this? Tightening the tie around my waist, I dashed out to the living room.
Deb sat perched on the edge of the sofa, her red eyes filled with anger. Crap. How could I expect her to understand?
“Deb . . .” My voice caught in my throat. I had no idea what to say. This wasn’t what it looked like? Because it sure as hell was what it looked like. It had taken me less than three months to move on from losing Andy. I wanted to be sick. I sat down, clutching my stomach.
“How could you?” She turned to me, tears filling her eyes. In all the time I had known her, I’d never seen her look so cold.
“Deb, I can explain,” I began.
“Can you? What could you possibly tell me right now that would make this okay? After all we’ve done for you . . . He loved you, Emily. Did you even love him?”
“I get that you’re upset right now, but you have no right to question how I felt about Andy,” I shouted.
Deb glanced up as Seth entered the room, her mouth twisting into a scowl. “And you,” she raged, standing up. “He was your best friend.” With her hands laced behind the back of her neck, she squeezed her eyes shut before shaking her head. “I can’t be here. I can’t even look at you.” Snatching up her bag, she stormed toward the door.
I have to talk to her.
“Let her go,” Seth said, grabbing my arm. “She’s angry, Em. Nothing you say right now is going to make this okay. Let her calm down and then give her a call.”
“I’ve never known Deb to hate anyone,” I whispered. “But the way she just looked at me . . .” I couldn’t even meet Seth’s eyes, I felt so guilty. “You have to go.”
“What?” His brow creased. “Go where?”
“Home. I can’t have you here right now. I need time to think.”
“Em, it’ll be okay. She’s angry. When she calms down and we explain it to her . . .”
I snorted. I could tell by the way he wouldn’t meet my eyes that even he didn’t believe that. He reached for my hand. Jerking away, I shook my head. I felt dizzy. There were too many things running through my mind.
Maybe it’s the universe telling us we shouldn’t be together?
“Seth, please,”
I begged him, wrapping my arms around my waist. “If you don’t leave, I will. Just give me some space.”
“You can’t push me away every time things get hard, Em.”