Making up with Emma...

‘I missed you too,’ Emma whispers, stroking the hair tenderly out of your eyes. You smile, one arm still tight around her shoulders; you’re both cuddled up in the chair, now, which is a bit of a squeeze but just feels right, somehow.

‘Not as much as I missed you,’ you tell her fervently. Emma shakes her head hard against your neck.

‘I hated it. I hated this week so much. I kept wishing you’d call – I was waking up every night, thinking I’d heard my phone go, but it never did.’

‘You were waiting for me to call?’ You can’t help a faintly accusatory tone slipping into your voice. ‘What d’you think I was waiting for?’

Emma hiccups a laugh into your chest. ‘I know, I know… I was being silly. I just thought… what if I call, and you’re angry with me, or you don’t reply, or…’

‘We,’ you tell her softly, ‘are ridiculous.’ Emma laughs again, a little wetly.

‘Sorry. I don’t even… I don’t really know what I was thinking, that night. The moment I woke up the next morning, I wanted to take it all back and apologise, and I hated not seeing you, but…’ She breathes out heavily. ‘Well, there was the premiere and everything, but I don’t like making excuses. The truth is, it wasn’t your fault, and I should never have abandoned you like that, and I can’t believe I went off with him for so long. It was unbelievably rude of me.’