“I'm so sorry babe. I didn't mean it that way, it's just that I don't want you playing around with Jones. He's a good guy.”
“And what am I? A bad girl?” Emma raised a brow.
“Well…” Lyra rubbed the back of her head, averting her gaze. She couldn't lock eyes with Emma neither could she tell the truth. Emma was indeed a player and she knew that too well. But if she's willing to change that and give love a chance then who is she to stand in her way?
“Say it, Lyra. Just say it, already. You think so little of me and it's sad.”
“Alright fine, I'll help you talk to Aaron, hopefully, he’ll help you talk to Jones or something. Are you happy now?” Lyra rolled her eyes, spreading both arms.
“That's so cute,” Emma jumped in excitement, she closed the gap between them and pulled her in for a hug
