I woke to a soft touch on my face and peeled my eyes open. Emmett blushed and pulled his hand away.
"S-sorry," he mumbled. I took his hand, placing it back on my cheek.
"Don't be baby," I said hoarsely. "It feels good," he continued to caress my cheek gently. "Good morning my love," I pulled his body to me.
"Morning," he said softly. "Are you feeling better today?"
"Much better," I said smiling at him. He returned the smile but it didn't last long.
"May I ask what got you upset last night?" He asked, his eyes focused on his hand that was caressing my face.
"It's nothing baby," I sighed. "The meeting went bad and I got angry," I told him.
"Did you...get into a fight?" He asked quietly, taking my right hand into his, examining the cuts on my knuckles.
"Yes, with my father," he gasped
