Roommates

Chapter 2

Killian's POV

I could still feel where her lips touched my skin. It was a warm, tingling sensation that I never wanted to go away. I wonder what Emma is thinking. God, how can I like her already? I am so screwed. I got up, and grabbed another beer from the fridge. I couldn't resist the urge to look at Emma's door which was still shut. I couldn't believe myself. She just broke up with her ex-boyfriend, and I already wanted to date her. I couldn't anyway. If we broke up, it would result into one of us moving out, and I wasn't going to go anywhere, and neither was she.

Emma stayed in her room the rest of the night it was around midnight when I finally decided to go to bed. I got up from the couch and gathered all of the beer bottles and threw them away. I walked over to Emma's door and tapped on it lightly. "Emma, love, are you still awake?" I asked. There wasn't any movement and no sounds. "Swan?" I cracked the door open, and she was laying under the blankets. I smiled. I crept into the room and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. "Goodnight, love," I whispered and left the room.

That night, it was hard to fall asleep. All I could think about was Emma Swan. I thought about her golden curls, her emerald green eyes, her pale skin, her fiery attitude, her stubborn attitude that I know she has. Everything. She was so pretty. Gorgeous, inside and out. Looking at her, I realized what a disgusting person I actually am. Having one night stands almost every night? No one does that. And I sure as hell wouldn't be doing it anymore.

When I did drift off to sleep, I dreamt of nothing in particular. Just an endless, black void.

Emma's POV

I woke up to my alarm. Despite everything going on in my life, it was still an ordinary Wednesday morning, and I still had work. I was supposed to follow my bail jumper around and meet them 'accidentally' in a store I knew they had to go to today.

I grabbed a long sleeve, gray shirt and jeans, and went into the bathroom. I did my makeup and brushed my hair and teeth. As I left the bathroom, I smelled coffee and toast. I saw Killian in the kitchen, looking at something on his phone. I was glad he wasn't looking because holy shit. He didn't wear a shirt, but he had flannel pajama pants on. His hair was messed up and sticking up in a whole bunch of different directions.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning, love."

I sat down at one of the stools. "Morning."

He poured me some coffee and placed a piece of toast in front of me. "Now, will you tell me why you are up at this ungodly hour of-" He cut himself off to look at the time. "7:00 in the morning?"

"I have work. We can't all work night shifts."

"Point taken." He sat down next to me and I could smell his cologne that still clung to his skin from yesterday. "Good luck taking down bad guys."

"Thanks." I rushed into my room and grabbed my favorite travel mug. It had a purple and peach colored background, and on the front, in fancy, white letters, said, "You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have." I liked the quote, so I bought the cup. I poured my coffee into it and grabbed my bag from my bed. I put my ankle boots on and to finish my look off, my signature red leather jacket. "Bye, Killian." I ruffled his hair and left the apartment.

Killian's POV

I watched Emma leave, and got up from my stool and walked over to the window. It had a perfect view of the street, and I saw her yellow Volkswagen Beetle parked in front of the apartment complex. I watched as she walked out of the doors and to her car, getting in and driving away. After she was out of sight, I jumped back into bed, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was close to noon. Someone was pounding on the front door. I grabbed my favorite t-shirt and put it on, and went to the door. As I opened it, Emma looked up at me. Tears were gathered in her eyes.

"I forgot my key," she said in the weakest voice I had ever heard.

"That's okay." I let her in and she went to her room. I noticed she was walking with a limp. "Swan, what happened today?"

She came back out, looking fresher, as if she hadn't just been crying. "What do you mean?" Her voice had a confused tone to it, but it was no longer weak.

"You're walking with a limp, and you came back crying. What happened?"

"Nothing." She smiled, "I'm fine." She walked up to me and grabbed my arm. "I just, couldn't stop thinking about you."

I moved away from her. "What?"

"You have been consuming my thoughts, Killian. I can't stop thinking about you."

I leaned in, and our lips were a few inches away, when I really woke up. I glanced at the clock, to see it was a little past one. Emma wouldn't be home for another four hours. I laid back down and put my hands under my head.

I sighed very loudly, "oh subconscious. What are you trying to tell me?"