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Chapter 16

Killian Jones was still an amazing kisser. Even after all this time.

Emma walked up the stairs and found her way to the kitchen, where he was sitting at the island, talking on the phone. His back was facing her, but she could tell he was touching his lips, also remembering the kiss they had just shared. She waited until he hung up to make her presence known by coming around the counter and looking at him.

"Swan, what the hell was that?" He asked. 'Shit. He is mad.'

"I don't know, Killian. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm really sorry. I was stupid to come back here. To assume you still had the same feelings for me that you once did." She turned around and buried her face in her hands and sobbed. The chair groaned as he pushed himself out of it. Killian walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed even harder, whispering, "I'm so sorry." Over and over again.

"I'm not," he said as soon as she started to calm down. Emma looked up at him with confusion. "Don't give me that look, love. You know I still love you. No it's not in the same way. My feelings are different, and possibly stronger than ever. And I could never be mad at you for the kiss, because that's all I've ever wanted to do since you arrived."

"I love you too, Killian."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

She sniffed and pressed her head against his chest. His heartbeat beating in her ear. "I think it's time you learned the truth."

"What truth? What the hell happened to you?"

Emma took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. She pulled him to the living room and they both sat down on the couch. "After I left, I met this boy in my new school. At first he was really nice, but then he would make endless remarks about how he wanted to have sex. I didn't want a man I didn't love to take my virginity. When I tried breaking up with him, he wasn't having it. He wanted me to stay with him. I didn't feel safe, so I ran away." During the short little story, Emma didn't look at Killian. She didn't want to see his reaction. She wouldn't be able to bare it if she looked up, and he was looking at her differently. "I knew I would be happy with you."

"Love." He stroked her arm with his fingertips, just barely touching her. "Look at me." Emma glanced up and he gave her a reassuring smile. "The stuff you said about me, it wasn't true, was it? About wanting to know how I changed." Emma shook her head. A large lump in her throat preventing her from speaking. "You don't have to hide your feelings from me, Swan. If you need to talk about anything, I'll be here. You don't have to bottle your feelings up. I'm not going to treat you differently. You are still my Swan. You're my girl."

"Thank you, Killian," she said and leaned in to hug him.

"You're welcome." He kissed the top of her head. "Do you think he will come try to find you?"

"No. He doesn't care about me enough. He's not going to go on a wild goose chase to try to find the girl who wouldn't give herself to him."

Killian nodded and tightened his grip on her. They sat against the couch with his arm on the back behind her and they watched television. The doorbell rang just as their show was over. He got up to get the pizza from the delivery man and pay. Killian came back a few moments later with two pizza boxes in his hands. Emma sat up immediately and licked her lips. The smell of the pizza was delicious, and she couldn't wait to eat it. She couldn't remember the last time she had good pizza. Killian put on a movie and they settled down and watched it. Emma stayed on the couch while Killian was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. Emma could feel his eyes on her instead of the television screen, and it made her ask herself why. They weren't anything special. Right now, she was just staying at his house for the time being. Nothing more. But, did she actually want more? Despite what she told him and herself? She groaned internally. 'Why does life have to be so confusing?' 

Once the movie was over, Emma got up and made an obnoxious sound as she stretched, making Killian chuckle beside her. "I have to go out and get my bag of clothes that's in my car," she told him and headed towards the door to get her keys.

"Nonsense, love. I'll go get it," he offered.

"Oh, Killian, it's a really sweet gesture, but I'll go get it. I know where it's at anyway." The truth was, was that Emma didn't want Killian to see the mess of her car.

"At least let me walk you down. You grab it and I'll carry it up?"

She rolled her eyes, knowing that that was the best she was going to get out of him. "Fine." They both walked down to her car and Emma made sure to keep him away from the windows. She unlocked the trunk, and pushed it up. Killian quickly swooped down and grabbed the bag. He waited for Emma to lock her car back up and she stepped in front of him and began walking up the stairs and back to the house. "Thank you," she said, but he didn't make a move to hand her the bag.

"You're welcome." He shot her a smirk and headed towards the stairs.

"Killian, what are you doing?" She asked with a laugh.

"Taking your bag to your room, of course."

"Oh, Jones, you don't have to do that."

"Yes, Swan, I do," he said in an American accent to mimic hers. "You are my guest and I want you to be comfortable."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but followed him up the stairs. He placed her duffel bag down on the chair at the foot of the bed. Emma gaped at the room. It was bigger than all of her rooms that she'd ever been in during her stay at the foster homes. A beautiful white dresser sat on the wall at the end of the bed. A mirror sat on top. The headboard of the bed matched the color and design of the dresser, and the blankets on the bed were white with ruffles on it. Decorative cream and white pillows decorated the bed. The carpet was a cream color and the walls were an off white shade. She turned to Killian and smiled. She wasn't surprised when he was already looking at her.

"It's beautiful!" Emma exclaimed, excitement lacing her words.

"Why thank you, love. I did design it myself," he said in a smug tone. "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight."

"Night."

Killian shut the door and a moment later, heard the squeaking of the bed, and a content sigh coming from Emma. He chuckled to himself. He was happy to know that she was happy with him here.