F I F T Y - S I X

EVA. 

I cover the pot after adding the sauce to the pasta before I press my hands to the edge of the counter with a fall of my chest. 

I steady my feet at the sound of footsteps, and then Emerson is behind me. "Hey, " he whispers as he buries his face in my neck, his breath fanning the skin. 

"I thought you weren't going to cook?" He queries as he turns me around to meet his view and I say, "You went to take a call, and you said to look after it. I couldn't exactly sit and watch. "

He smiles and brushes his lips against my nose. "My good girl. "

I drop my eyes from him to his pocket where I'm sure his phone lies before I look back at his face. "Only sometimes. "

"I love both sides, " he nudges my nose with his finger before he lifts me in his arms and walks forward to drop me back on the counter. 

"I'll take it from he