Most of the time, Emma didn't mind being the girl that guys came to for a good time. It was just this time of year. There was something about the New Year made her long for an actual relationship.
The moment passed and he pulled away... she knew that he'd been waiting for her to make that first move and when the gap between them widened, she regretted not kissing him.
She allowed him to pull her over to the sofa but she had to move a bag of snacks in order for them to sit. She smiled when he questioned her about lunch.
"Are you trying to say that Cheetos aren't a proper lunch?"