Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 480

It sounded perfect.

Emma curled up in Sebastian's arms. Her freshly dried hair was warm and smelled of shampoo, enveloping her in a sweet, cozy scent. Compared to the cold, desolate sea last night, this was pure comfort.

"Emma," he murmured, combing through her hair with his fingers.

"Hmm?" She was so warm and comfortable she felt herself drifting off.

"Sleepy?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Can we talk a little more before you sleep?" he asked, holding her tighter and whispering in her ear.

"Okay, you talk," she murmured, her voice lazy with drowsiness.

"How did Theodore end up with you last night?" he asked quietly, as if the thought had just occurred to him, his tone casual.

"Well…" Emma told him the truth. "We had a high school reunion dinner last night. After it ended, I was kidnapped, and Mr. Fairchild called everyone who was at the dinner."

"How did he track you down?"

"That's… complicated. It's a long story…" It involved Cecilia, location tracking, and a whole mess of things.

The words "a long story" made Sebastian's eyes darken, but then she added, "It had something to do with Cecilia."

That seemed to ease his tension.

He held her close and whispered, "Baby, from now on, let's not go to any gatherings where Theodore will be, okay?" He looked at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes.

Emma could never refuse that look. She stroked his chin and nodded. "Okay. I didn't know he would be there. If I had, I wouldn't have gone."

"I am," he said, his eyes crinkling in a smile. "I'm just that petty. I want to be the only person in the world you love."

"What about my grandmother? My aunt? My brother? Should I get rid of them, too?" she teased, sipping the soup.

"They're different. They're family. I'm talking about all the other random people, of course."

Emma looked at him disapprovingly. "Fallon isn't a random person. She took care of me for years. My brother treats her like family now."

Sebastian pouted but didn't argue. "Fine, fine. We'll add her to the list. But no one else. Your heart is only so big, how many people can it hold?"

He made a fist. "A person's heart is about the size of their fist. Look how small your hand is."

Emma put down the tray and wrapped her hand around his fist. "Even a small heart can hold the whole world, let alone one person. Do you want a sip?"

She sat down and gently stirred the soup Fallon had made. It looked sweet. She smiled and brought the spoon to his lips. "This is the sweetness of life. I'll share half with you."