When I woke up, I flopped over to check my phone to see the time. HOLY SHIT!! 12PM!! How long have I been asleep?! And OMG where am I?! Emma thought as she sat up, then suddenly, everything hit her. She remembered exactly where she was, and why. She got up, and ran some hot water and took a long shower. Okay maybe it was just a little weird at first, cause she wasn't supposed to stay over night at Patrick's place, but since she was here, she might as well freshen up.
After 15 minutes she stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel she found hanging, then took another and wrapped it around her body. She was leaving the washroom to get her clothes on her bed when she found Patrick standing there already.

"Woaah, I just came to wake you up. Looks like you made yourself at home" he jokes, and winks at me. Damn his smile is so irresistible, that she couldn't help but smile. Then realizing she was only wearing a towel she made her way to the bed to grab her clothes. "Hey you could always wear one of my clean shirts." he offeres. I walk towards him and nod my head. He takes my hand and leads me to his room, and opened is closet for me to see. Then I walk by his opened window and enjoy the warmth of today. I walk back, grap a pair of his small nike shorts, and one of his jerseys. I left his room to go get changed, then towel dried my hair, and tied it up in a mess pony tail.

Who cares what I looked like? It was my day off, no one would see me, plus I'm with Patrick. He couldn't care less what I looked like. I walked out and into the kitchen and was greeted by the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs Patrick was making. I walked in so quietly he didn't notice I was there, and he was humming. When I cleared my throat he literally jumped. "Aha I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that." I say trying to keep my laughter in, but fail. He just stands there and smiles. Dang Kaner, stop it. And his humming is so attractive. "I like it when you hum" I say, realizing I shouldn't of said that, and turn bright red.

He turns his full attention on me, and smiles. He walks over, cups my cheeks with his hands and kisses my forehead ever so softly. Then he takes my hands into his, looks me in the eyes and smiled before he spoke again. "Emma, I know I've only known you for a little over than a day. But seeing how much joy you've brought to me already, and how comfortable I am around you already, made me realize how much I like and care about you. And well will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, sincerely. I looked him in the eyes, and saw that he really meant every word he'd just said. I squeezed his hand tighter and smiled. "Yes I will gladly be your girlfriend, Patrick" I saw, then lean in for a kiss.

This was the best ever. I now have a boyfriend, and a good one. I felt as happy as I could be. Then he stepped back, and went to get the plates of food. We sat there eating, silently for the first few minutes. I was so caught up in eating I didn't even notice Patrick was staring at my arm, at my scars. I didn't even bother to wear a bracelet or anything, I totally forgot.
He cleared his throat, which is when I noticed him staring. I try and hid it under the table, but it was too late. Patrick already saw. Well great, here's byebye to my new boyfriend. I look back down on my plate.

"Emma, I don't want to push you into telling me things when you aren't comfortable. But that doesn't stop me from asking, how did you get those scars on your arm?" Patrick asked with great concern. Emma looked up for a split second, then looked back down on her plate. She took a deep breathe, then finally with a great deal of effort looked Patrick straight in the eye. She could see him tearing up, and it made her tear up too. Had he really cared about her this much?

Emma was still a little hesitant to telling Patrick, but she still kept as much eye contact, to show she did want to tell him. Patrick took a step closer, holding her hands in his. He gently stroked his cheeks and kissed her lips, ever so softly. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but just know that if and when you do I'm always here to listen. And I care about you." He said, softly and holding her in his strong arms. Emma hugged him tightly back too, not wanting to let go. But Patrick didn't care, he could stay that way for hours, as long as Emma was here. She leaned into his chest, and closed her eyes, feeling more relaxed she finally broke free and looked up at him.

"They're battle scars." She said so quietly, it was barely above a whisper. Patrick took her arm, and stroke the scars gently and softly. At first she was all tensed up about him touching it, but as Patrick continued she relaxed. Then he did something that no man would've ever done for her. He took her wrist to his lips, and kissed them. "Please don't ever do this to yourself again. I can't stand seeing you get hurt, or knowing you're hurting. And I can tell by how these ones feel that you last did it recently." he said, still holding her hands in his.

"Yeah.. it was a few days ago. I'm.. I'm sorry I just don't know what to do anymore." she said, trying to hold back her tears. He tilted her chin up, to prevent her from adverting her eyes from him. "Listen, I know it's hard. But nobody said it would be easier either, and I really want to help you get better. No matter what happens, I'm not going to give up on you." he said, almost starting to cry himself. He just felt such a strong attraction to Emma, in every way, her looks, personality, and character.

Her next action was really unexpected. She stood up, wiped away her tears and kissed him. Long and hard, squeezing him tightly to her. At this moment nothing mattered, she just wanted him, and no one else. Patrick's reaction was a little surprised, but then he deepened the kiss, enjoying ever moment of it.