That was. Emma stared at her phone for a moment before shutting it, taking a deep breath, and reopening it again.

Next time I promise/Champagne with fresh orange juice/Breakfast in your bed. It was an easy promise to make, because Emma did miss just sprawling out with him, chatting or doing homework. Friends apart, yes, but best friends apart. She missed the easy camaraderie too.

Laughter under sheets/your kisses tickle my legs/you do it to spite!