." And I need someone to look after Candy and Cindy for the next week and a half. And I know you love your nieces." No argument there. Um, but what ab...ut Mom and Dad?" In Arizona?" Good point." That was a little far from our New England town. "And you have an ex-husband who adores them almost as much as I do." He's an airline pilot flying out of Chicago. What's he going to do, haul them around with him? That makes as much sense as hauling them around with me." Her ex, Malcolm, is a nice guy,. She proceeds to examine my torso, intermittently pressing her gloved hands firmly on various areas of my belly. "Let me know if you feel any pain," she says. I nod, "Okay." It barely comes out in a whisper. I'm so uncomfortable right now. The only thing that's making this even remotely bearable for me is her soothing and endearing voice. She seems like a really sweet and patient person, and I hope my show of discomfort doesn't make her think I'm just being a bratty tool or a whiny crybaby. Her. Unsure of how to respond, she leaned down to kiss him, tasting her wetness on his lips. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt. Emmett glanced down at her hands, his desire replaced with a hint of concern. ‘Jaz,’ he whispered. She glanced up at him. ‘You’re shaking. If you don’t want to do this, it’s ok.’ Her heart melted. ‘I want to. I’m just nervous. A good nervous.’ When he still looked doubtful, she gave him a reassuring smile. ‘I’m a twenty three year-old virgin who has never. His addiction to witch blood would manifest itself onto me and unless he could control his narcotic bite, both of us would be sent into a downward spiral. “I’m not sure I would," he replies, sighing and hanging his head in defeat. My finger tips tease his hand, before entwining them together. It was a perfect fit like it always had been. I look up at him, my grey ones meeting his gold ones and I squeeze his hand reassuringly. “You owe me after this," I tease before exposing my wrist to him..