lives and Conception chapter 6

on teh ride home, she wanted to find out as much as possible, so she asked him about everything. she discovered that he is an only child, and both his parents are dead. his favorite colors are elecric and dark blue, he loves Mexican and Italian food, he loves rock music and likes some pop music. he likes science fiction, fantasy and history books, and his favorite ice cream flavors are peanut butter, strawberry, and mint. her favorite colors, food, music, and entertainment very with her mood, but her favorite ice cream flavor is absolutely without a doubt butter pecan. one of her parents is dead, and she lives on her own. she has four syblings, two of which are older than she.

after they found out everything there is to know about each other, there was a long, dense silence. during that time, they were both trying their hardest not to attack each other out of lust. he wanted to stop the car and make love to her, and she wanted him to. that silence lasted for about an hour.

when they arrived at his house, he told her not to move, so she didn't. he got out of his car, and went over to her side. her eyes watched him longingly as he walked around the front bumper.

he opened the door and held out his hand to help her out of the car. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said. she took his hand and as he helped her out, her heart stopped. she wasn't sure if it was his touch that did it or if it was teh fact that this man holding her hand has the most beautiful home in the world. she gripped the coor harder in order not to fall.

"are you alright, Emily?" she couldn't talk, because the breath was caught in her lungs. "can you walk," Justin asked. she merely shook her head. "i think i need to sit" was all she could manage.

"okay then," he said. he pulled her forward, still holding on to her. in one swift, smoothe movement, she was in his arms. her heart stopped again. her willpower was faltering a little right now. okay, a LOT right now.

he caught himself offguard, because he didn't think holding her like that would do anything to him. he was DEAD wrong. it's a good thing she's above my waist, he thought.

for a minute, they just stayed there, gazing into each others' eyes. she could see the lust in his eyes as he gently carried her inside.

when he looked at her again, her eyes conveyed the same thing he felt. "do you want to go to bed, or do you want to take a bath?" he asked, still holding her tight. "do you have any bubblebath?" she asked. he took her up to the bathroom, ran the water, and put a fwe caps of bubblebath under the faucet.

she inhaled the beautiful aroma and gazed at him. "don't you like lilac?" he asked..
"that's not it at all", she said. "how did you know?"
"know what?"
"lilac is my favorite. it just does....something to me. i love lilac," Emily said gently.
"you too?" he sweetly asked. she gingerly nodded her head. "do you want me to leave you to teh tub?"
"no, i'm going to need help but i would like some privacy while i get in."
"how about i just look away? i want to be here if you fall........again."

she gave a defeated sigh,"fine, but don't look.'
"okay. scouts' honor, i won't look."
"okay then. please and thank you." he turned around and she gingerly began to take off her clothes, she examined herself for any bruises the doctors may have missed. she noticed a few scrapes here and there, but overall, she was free of injury, except for her head, of course.
"i hope you have a first aid kit, because i need to patch myself up after this bath," Emily said.
" no problem. and don't worry about clothes either."
"okay thanks," she said, stepping into the steaming bath. she sighed as she asked "how did you know how hot i like my baths?"
"just a luicky guess," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"wow. you really are amazing."
he chuckled as he turned around to face her. she submerged herself neck deep in the aromatic bubbles. she closed her eyesand enjoyed the scent of surrounding lilac. when she opened her eyes again, there were soft rose petals in the tub on top of the bubbles, the lights were dimmed, and there were about fifty lilac candles flickering all around her.

she was about to speak, but something stopped her. Was that? she thought. Yes it was! Beethoven! how did he know? how does he know all this stuff about me? i didn't tell him, or at least i dont remember telling him. the candles, the petals, the music, the bubbles, how? she wondered.

"lucky guess" he whispered sas if reading her mind.
"how did you kno-" she said as he began rubbing her shoulders. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh perfect"
"yes you are"