#Chapter389
The babies are coming!
Dad and my uncles dealt with the Frisco situation. I didn’t ask them about it. Things returned typically. Emma saw someone after what happened. It was a rule in our family after a traumatic event.
I decided anything intimate could wait. I wanted Emma to feel comfortable without pressuring her. Trust me; it was hard when her hands roamed when we made out in my room.
Things got heated, and I felt her hand travel down south. I grabbed her hand and placed it back on my chest. A few minutes later, she moved it back again, and I moved it back. This movement went on for a while until we stopped.
/"RJ!/" Emma yelled.
/"Emma!/" I yelled back.
/"Why do you keep doing that?/" Emma asked with frustration.
/"Because I’m trying to respect you,/" I said to her.
/"But you won’t ever let me touch it,/" she said with a frustrated tone.
/"I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,/" I said to her.
