#Chapter90
/"Teenage Emma, only less aggressive./" She shrugs. /"And yet so much changed … emotional … open, and honest … even warm./" She giggles with an apologetic expression.
/"You make me sound like I was awful to be friends with./" I chide softly, guilt coursing through me again. I lower my lashes, ashamed in a way that I’ve been this way toward her for so long. So blind to it.
/"You have your charms, Ems … You’ve no idea the allure you have, even when you’re acting the ice maiden./" She smiles. /"There’s always a hint of something more in you … Like it’s just out of reach; I can see why Jake would pursue it … That elusive prize, always dangling out there, that door sitting ajar, waiting to be opened./" She grins at me, my face flushing with her version of how she sees me. It’s so disconnected with who I am. Who I think I am, and my mind reels.
Is she right? Does Jake see something worth chasing, worth holding on for, and trying to figure out?
