It had been completely unexpected but Emma was very happy to see him. That sentiment was just hidden in the sudden rush to get up stairs and out of her embarrassing attire. At first, his apology didn't really register. There was a huge chocolate milk stain just below her right breast and a hole a little below that... the only thing in her head was changing clothes. She loved her sweats and could never be convinced to throw them away but other people, people like David... or anyone who didn't have Daly as a last name, weren't supposed to see them.
She was still mumbling excuses when his fingers took hold of hers and gently kept her from running up the stairs. She'd just laid on the sofa and swore off boys forever but that didn't stop her heart from fluttering when his eyes locked on hers.
"You're not intruding," she finally answered. "I don't know what the rest of them are doing... I was not..."
Her words trailed off there and she swallowed. "There's no way I look amazing," she murmured after a moment. "My hair is a mess and there's a hole in the seat of my breeches."
Nerves. Her nerves never got the best of her but here she was, talking about the hole in her pants because her mouth had run and her brain had stopped.
It was safe to say that he'd definitely caught her off guard. Which was exactly why she needed to change... she could be more like herself when she didn't have potato chip grease smeared on her boob.