Ch.5 Holding my Hand
1013 Words
Gin
"I'm not stalking you, I just had a sense that's what you would enjoy."
I cross my arms over my chest and huff.
"Then you're calling me fat?"
I scrunch my head downward looking at my stomach.
"No, I'm not calling you fat, Do you want something different, I can call the waitress back over."
He arches an eyebrow at me with an otherwise relaxed face.
"No...no. What you ordered actually does sound good."
A peach flush crawls up my neck to my cheeks, heating me from the inside out
"Why did you get me such a large bed, I seriously don't need that much room, It's excessive."
His eyes darken as they meet mine. and a smirk flicks at the corner of his lips.
"I guess I was hoping that one day, we might be able to share it."
I spit my coffee into a puddle on the table, almost choking.
He cleans up my mess as the waitress drops off our food.
His eyes scan over me as I place a French fry in my mouth, staying silent.
"How about I take you shopping after this, we can get you a new wardrobe if you'd like."
I take a bite out of my burger and place it back down in the basket.
"I guess shopping sounds nice, what's my spending limit."
He laughs with bright eyes and picks up his napkin running it over the corner of my mouth. As he pulls away the ketchup soiling my lips is present on the napkin.
"No limit Gin, whatever you want or need."
I nod and finish my burger and fries, washing it down with my remaining coffee.
He places the money on the table including the tip and stands offering me his hand.
I slide my small appendage into his and he helps me up from the seat.
As walking out of the diner a voice from across the restaurant cuts through the noise.
"Alpha Emery!"
He winces slightly and moves us quickly out of the building into the truck.
I look over at him as he drives down the road, knit brows and a stern expression lines his face.
"What did they call you, that's not a word customarily used as a title?"
His eyes widen and his grip tightens on the steering wheel.
"Ummm, it's just a joke. They called me that back when I was in school playing football. Alpha like number one, MVP."
I nod not entirely certain of his story, but I drop it.
The car ride is quite, but I occasionally notice Emery's eyes flying to my thigh and his fingers twitching against the steering wheel.
"Are you on drugs or something? You keep twitching."
he lightly presses the break to slow down at the stop sign, but he stays stationary a moment just keeping his eyes forward.
"No, I'm not on drugs."
His words were curt and breaching on ill tempered.
"I'm sorry if I've done something to offend you, it wasn't purposely."
He puts the truck in park and then turns to face me, his icy blue eyes peering into mine.
"You've done nothing wrong Gin. It's just my nerves."
I smile gently slightly understanding his plight.
"You know, we can go shopping tomorrow if you would prefer. You can just drop me at the RV. I need to make it homey anyways."
He grins and restarts the truck turning around.
"I think I'll take you up on that Gin. If you don't mind, I might chill with you a bit, watch TV."
I catch myself smiling down at my hands like a girl with a school crush, then I shake it off.
"Sounds like a plan."
He seems to drive faster towards the RV than he has all day. He pulls off into the grass and halts the engine. He gently lifts me from the truck and I unlock the door to my new home and we enter to find two men around his age moving my desk into the bedroom.
Emery immediately straightens his stance and his face grows stern the three meet eyes and they follow Emery out side closing the door behind them.
I snoop out the window to see Emery laying into them pretty hard, but by the time it was all over they were all laughing and the other two left seemingly amicable with him.
The hold Emery has on people is astonishing it's like he is some kind of wizard or something.
I walk over to the bedroom and open my newly placed dresser to find all my clothes, neatly stacked and in order, not like how you'd expect them to be after being drug around so much. I fling the door mostly closed and pull off my shirt and pants. I pull on a crop top and some cotton joggers. I pin up my hair and remove my eyeliner and blush.
When I turn to walk back to the living room Emery is standing in the doorway watching.
He walks through the door frame to me and pulls the tie from my hair, letting my waves topple free.
I watch closely as his hand wavers in front of stomach, like it was trying to hold my waist, but he scowls lightly and pulls it away.
"You look beautiful like this, Gin. You don't need all the makeup."
I smile probably a little too exuberantly and follow him to the couch.
He pulls out the remote from the coffee table and switches on the massive television.
"What do you want to watch? A rom com right?"
He winks and smirks thinking he's got me pegged, but I smirk back.
"Nah, true crime, please."
He turns to me remote in hand and chuckles deeply, vibrating the couch beneath us.
"True Crime it is."
He switches on 48 hours and I absentmindedly relax against him, my head resting on his shoulder.
Even after realizing I was practically laying on him I didn't bother to move. For some reason he calms me, and I do feel safe with him.
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