me.
There is a knock at the door. “Emma…” Matthew sings out. “I know you are in there sweetie. Are you going to make this easy or difficult?” He asks.
My heart is racing. I can ’t act like this. I can’t hide from him forever. He has done way too much for me and now my father. Great, I hang my head down as I walk back to the door, defeated. I open the door and there is the Mr. GQ cover model. “Hi” Matthew says calmly.
“ Hi” I respond.
“ So where are we going for lunch?” Matthew asks.
“ How about we stay here?” I ask.
“ Ok, works for me.” I open the door and let him in.
“ Care for a drink?” I ask.
“ Sure, whatever you have is fine.”
“ Well, go ahead, have a seat I will bring in some wine.”
I make my way into the kitchen. While grabbing a bottle or Riesling, I notice Matthew cautiously looking around as he heads into the living room. He notices pictures on the mantel above the fireplace. I pop open the cork and get two glasses out. Bringing everything into the living room with me, I move to the couch and sit down.
“Your home is very warm and friendly, very inviting.” Matthew states, sounding sincere, as he continues looking around I get comfortable on the couch and pour our glasses of wine. I place his glass of the light, fruity, cold wine on the coffee table for him.
I try my best to barricade myself in the corner of the sofa, sitting folded into a ball, and pillows between me and the remaining area left open. Matthew walks over taking a seat next to me, looking at me, then the pillows I have up like a wall of fluff, and looks back up to me.
“What are you doing here?” He asks me.
“ Trying to stay safe.” I answer.
“ MmHmm. Safe from me or safe from yourself.” He asks, as he lifts one of the pillows between us, tossing it over the sofa, on to the floor.
“ Maybe both.” I answer.
“ I see. So who do you not trust more? Me or yourself?” Matthew asks pulling a second pillow out between us, tossing it onto the floor again behind the sofa.
I am at a loss for words so I take a good long sip of my wine. Watching him disarm my pillow fort I erected for protection.
Matthew keeps his eyes on mine. Waiting for a response to his question, I just shrug my shoulders, taking another long gulp this time of my wine.
“ You… You should try the wine. It’s really good.” I motion to his glass on the table in front of the sofa.
Matthew doesn ’t move his eyes from watching me. “Later.” He replies. “Now can you answer my last question Emma?”
“ I don’t know what you are expecting from me Matthew.” I say softly, looking down at my half empty glass of wine.
“ I was hoping you would answer my last question Emma. Are you afraid you don’t trust yourself around me? Or me around you?” He asks as he frees the last pillow between us and tosses off onto the floor.
“ Me.” I whisper.
“ I see. And why is that Emma?” He asks as he takes my glass from me, placing is carefully on the table, and he looks back to me.
“ Why do you think you can’t trust yourself around me Emma?” Matthew asks scooting closer to me. I am facing him since I am smashed into a corner of the sofa. My legs folded in front of me on the sofa.
“ I don’t belong with you Matthew.” I say softly looking back into his eyes.
“ Really? And would you mind explaining why you think that?” He asks looking my body entirely over with his greedy eyes, moving his eyes back up to my face.
“ I’m attracted to you Matthew, but we live in two completely opposite worlds. I don’t and I know you can have anyone you want. So I am doing you a favor. Not getting involved with you is best for you and your lifestyle. You need someone in your circle of friends to be with Matthew.” I explain. Looking at my jeans, picking imaginary strings or something to look busy.
Matthew takes his hand, pushing himself up from the sofa, leaving his hand on the top of the sofa, he takes his
There is a knock at the door. “Emma…” Matthew sings out. “I know you are in there sweetie. Are you going to make this easy or difficult?” He asks.
My heart is racing. I can ’t act like this. I can’t hide from him forever. He has done way too much for me and now my father. Great, I hang my head down as I walk back to the door, defeated. I open the door and there is the Mr. GQ cover model. “Hi” Matthew says calmly.
“ Hi” I respond.
“ So where are we going for lunch?” Matthew asks.
“ How about we stay here?” I ask.
“ Ok, works for me.” I open the door and let him in.
“ Care for a drink?” I ask.
“ Sure, whatever you have is fine.”
“ Well, go ahead, have a seat I will bring in some wine.”
I make my way into the kitchen. While grabbing a bottle or Riesling, I notice Matthew cautiously looking around as he heads into the living room. He notices pictures on the mantel above the fireplace. I pop open the cork and get two glasses out. Bringing everything into the living room with me, I move to the couch and sit down.
“Your home is very warm and friendly, very inviting.” Matthew states, sounding sincere, as he continues looking around I get comfortable on the couch and pour our glasses of wine. I place his glass of the light, fruity, cold wine on the coffee table for him.
I try my best to barricade myself in the corner of the sofa, sitting folded into a ball, and pillows between me and the remaining area left open. Matthew walks over taking a seat next to me, looking at me, then the pillows I have up like a wall of fluff, and looks back up to me.
“What are you doing here?” He asks me.
“ Trying to stay safe.” I answer.
“ MmHmm. Safe from me or safe from yourself.” He asks, as he lifts one of the pillows between us, tossing it over the sofa, on to the floor.
“ Maybe both.” I answer.
“ I see. So who do you not trust more? Me or yourself?” Matthew asks pulling a second pillow out between us, tossing it onto the floor again behind the sofa.
I am at a loss for words so I take a good long sip of my wine. Watching him disarm my pillow fort I erected for protection.
Matthew keeps his eyes on mine. Waiting for a response to his question, I just shrug my shoulders, taking another long gulp this time of my wine.
“ You… You should try the wine. It’s really good.” I motion to his glass on the table in front of the sofa.
Matthew doesn ’t move his eyes from watching me. “Later.” He replies. “Now can you answer my last question Emma?”
“ I don’t know what you are expecting from me Matthew.” I say softly, looking down at my half empty glass of wine.
“ I was hoping you would answer my last question Emma. Are you afraid you don’t trust yourself around me? Or me around you?” He asks as he frees the last pillow between us and tosses off onto the floor.
“ Me.” I whisper.
“ I see. And why is that Emma?” He asks as he takes my glass from me, placing is carefully on the table, and he looks back to me.
“ Why do you think you can’t trust yourself around me Emma?” Matthew asks scooting closer to me. I am facing him since I am smashed into a corner of the sofa. My legs folded in front of me on the sofa.
“ I don’t belong with you Matthew.” I say softly looking back into his eyes.
“ Really? And would you mind explaining why you think that?” He asks looking my body entirely over with his greedy eyes, moving his eyes back up to my face.
“ I’m attracted to you Matthew, but we live in two completely opposite worlds. I don’t and I know you can have anyone you want. So I am doing you a favor. Not getting involved with you is best for you and your lifestyle. You need someone in your circle of friends to be with Matthew.” I explain. Looking at my jeans, picking imaginary strings or something to look busy.
Matthew takes his hand, pushing himself up from the sofa, leaving his hand on the top of the sofa, he takes his
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