Roommates

Chapter 1

Emma's POV

"Welcome home, Emma," he said. It sounded too good to be true. I've never had a home, and this is just another place where I will eat, sleep, and bathe. I smiled as I took the key.

"I'll go out and get my stuff."

"I'll help you."

We walked to the door and he let me out first. I flipped the key around in my hand. Something had to be wrong with him. He seemed too perfect. He was very handsome and his ass looked fantastic in those jeans. 'Off topic, Emma!' I scolded myself. "So what do you do, Killian?"

"I'm a bartender."

"Sounds like fun. I bet you meet a lot of women." 'What the hell is wrong with you?!'

"Aye, but I've noticed that they only want me for one night stands."'That's what's wrong with him. He brings home a girl every night.' I couldn't believe this. Why would I put myself in this situation? Every single night there was going to be a girl over and he was going to do stuff with them while I have no choice but to listen if I'm home. Forget it. I'll find something to do outside of the apartment in the evenings. "But I don't think I'm going to be taking them up on their offers anymore. I think it's time to settle down," he continued.

"How old are you?" I asked him.

"Thirty. You?"

"Twenty-eight."

He stopped walking and turned to me. "No way. You look at least twenty-five."

I giggled and blushed. "Nope."

"So, any boyfriends, love?"

"I just broke up with one actually. I think he was cheating on me."

"Really? That's not fair."

"Tell me about it." We got out to my car and I unlocked it and opened the trunk. "I thought he loved me, but it was just a lie," I shrugged. "It's no big deal."

"Yes, it is. My ex-girlfriend cheated on me too. But what are we going to do about it? There are good people and bad people out there. Good girls and bad girls, just like bad boys and good boys." Killian inched closer to me, and I didn't notice it until he was a few inches away from me.

"And which one are you?"

He smirked. "I'm a bad boy."

I blushed and turned to the trunk of my car and grabbed a box. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. It was way too soon to be feeling anything with anyone. I heard Killian's footsteps behind me as he carried a box. He rushed up the stairs and into my new bedroom. I didn't have time to look around because I was already running out to my car for the last box. I only had three boxes. I wasn't the sentimental type of person, and being in the foster system since I was born, I was used to traveling lightly.

When I got back up to the apartment, Killian was in the kitchen putting butter on bread. "What are you doing?" I asked out of breath.

"Making a grilled cheese. Want one?" He asked.

"Sure." I watched as Killian put it together and placed it in the pan. When he was done, he grabbed two beer bottles from the fridge and handed one to me. He sat on the stool next to mine and looked at me. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm reading you," he said as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Excuse me?"

He chuckled and leaned back. "You're an open book."

"Am I?"

"Quite. You aren't really upset that your boyfriend may have been cheating on you. You are just upset that he left you alone."

"How did you know that?"

He chuckled. "You have the same look all orphans get when they've been left alone."

"You don't know me."

"I know enough." I looked down as he got up and flipped the sandwiches over. He leaned over the counter and tilted my head up with his fingers. "I'm an orphan too."

My eyes grow wide. "Really?"

He nodded and hopped up onto the counter. "My mother died and my father left. All I had was my older brother. He's off in the Navy now. Sends me letters every once in a while telling me that he's still alive."

"I'm sorry."

He shrugged and took another sip of his beer. "There's nothing to be sorry for, love."

I get up and go over to the stove and take the sandwiches off and put them on plates. I hand one to him and we move over to the couch and sit down. He turned the tv on and puts a show on that I'm not really paying attention to.

"Now, the DVR, it can be a little tricky, but be free to record any shows or movies you want. Netflix is connected to it too. Add an account and that will be yours," he says.

I nodded. "You get confused by your DVR?"

"It's harder than it bloody looks!"

I giggled and ate the rest of my sandwich. "That was really good, Killian."

"Thank you, darling." He held his hand out for my plate but I shook my head.

"I'll do the dishes."

"Nonsense. It's your first day here. I got it."

I put the plate in his hand and jumped up from the couch. He took the plates to the sink and came back.

"I guess I should get unpacked," I thought aloud and went into my room. A minute later, I came back out, and Killian was staring at my bedroom door. I walked over to him and kissed his cheek lightly. "Thank you for letting me move in," I whispered in his ear, and then went back into my room before he could say anything. As I leaned against the door, I couldn't believe what I had just done. I kissed Killian's cheek. Why? I have no clue. 'He's going to think I'm a pervert or something.' I put my head in my hands and groaned. 'Way to go, Emma.'