Devilish Affection [18+]

7- What Have You Done To Innocent Emily?

I gaped at her, heat burning my cheeks. "Shut up."

"Oh now you're blushing?" She quickly ran around the counter.

"Andy!" I called out quickly. "Betty says-" my words were muffled as she covered my mouth with her hands and I laughed as Andy looked at us both.

"Stop acting like children and start doing your jobs." He rolled his eyes at us.

"Why is there a stick up your ass?" Betty questioned, letting go of my mouth. "Didn't get fucked last night?"

"Ew." I groaned as she leaned into the window, looking at him. I ignored the way Andy walked towards her inches away from her face, whispering something to her and I started lowering the chairs down.

"Go help Em." He pushed on her shoulders and she rolled her eyes, turning to face me with a red face.

"Don't say a word or I'm putting your head in the freezer."

I laughed.

***

I held Alex's arm, smiling as he walked with me. It had become somehow normal for him to wait for me after work and we both walked up the three streets to my house. "My friends are proper assholes." He chuckled, the conversation taking a turn on how high school had been for us. "It's funny because they were the kids that bullied people, and I was the kid that got bullied. I was a couple of years younger than them."

"I keep forgetting to ask, how old are you?" I looked up at him as we stood in front of my house.

He turned towards me. "I'm 24 years old."

Perfect.

I smiled up at him and his eyes flickered to my lips. Holy shit he was going to kiss me and I had just had a hot chocolate. He looked up at my blue eyes, before bending down and pressing his lips against mine.

His lips were soft, the kiss slightly too slow but the last kiss I had was a quick sloppy kiss in high school. I leaned up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue in my mouth.

His hands wrapped around my waist, leaning into me. Holy shit. Alex was a good kisser. He was fucking good. I kept up with him, though I didn't feel the crazy ass sparks or the fireworks in my stomach like the books had described.

He didn't pull back, sucking the breath out of me but I held onto him, wanting to feel it more. It was my choice, and nobody had forced it into me. It felt different, as if there was a chance for me to feel pleasure.

"Mary? Get me my glasses! I don't know if that's Emily or not." Tom shouted for his wife, his voice floating through the street and I pulled back, pressing my head against Alex's chest as he laughed.

"Didn't realise we'd get an audience." He commented, wiping the back of his hand on his lips as I took a step back, glancing up at Tom and Mary who were hanging out of their windows.

"You better take her out to dinner for that kiss." Mary stated, crossing her arms as she looked at us.

"Get inside your house, young lady. I don't like this." Tom frowned at me, fixing his glasses. "Mary, get me my shotgun." He nudged his wife.

"And that's your cue to go." I patted Alex on the chest and he bent down, kissing me again. I leaned up, ready to kiss him more but he pulled back, a grin on his face.

"I promise to take you out for dinner." He winked at me and I blushed, as he turned his back and jogged down the street before Tom could get his shotgun.

"I'm going inside, goodnight." I blew them a kiss before unlocking my house door and walking inside. "Mom?" I called the empty dark house and there was no reply. Shrugging my shoulders, I switched on the lights and took off my coat, a smile on my face as I hung it up and pulled out my phone from the bag, shoving it into my pocket.