"You didn't do anything," she replied. And that was true. It wasn't Tatum's fault that Emma couldn't bring herself to like Tatum the way that the redhead wanted.
"You're just- I just-" It was hard to talk with her body reacting to Tatum's touches the way it was. As the other girl's fingers climbed higher, Emma's breath caught in her throat. When Tatum's lips found hers again, she thought about it. If she gave Tatum what she wanted, what would happen next? Their friendship would hit a whole new level. A level that scared Emma shit-less because if things ever soured, she'd lose her best friend. She was already short in the friend department, so the thought of ever alienating Tatum was ever present in the back of her mind.
She couldn't do it. It would leave too much to chance, and the brunette just wasn't brave enough to cross that hurdle. There were too many things that could be ruined.
Emma brought her hand to meet Tatum's on her side and pulled it into neutral space on the bed beside them.
"Stop," she said. It was firm despite her slightly quickened breathing. "Tate, there's no way this is going to end well."