146; the key to a vault

Chapter one hundred and forty six; The key to a vault

Chris sat back on the couch, trying to relax despite the dull ache in his shoulder.

He was no stranger to pain, but tonight had been different. Emily had not only saved his life, but she had also made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time a sense of care that went beyond simple concern.

Chris’s gaze wandered, and when she stepped out of the bathroom in a soft, form-fitting lounge wear, he couldn’t help but stare.

The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made his mouth go dry. He quickly looked away, focusing on the ceiling instead, trying to gather his thoughts.

But it was impossible to ignore her. The apartment was small, and from his spot on the couch, he had a clear view of the kitchen.

She has decided to to make dinner since she was hungry, and make a soup for Chris because of his wounds.

The apartment was quiet, except for the faint clattering of dishes as Emily moved around the small kitchen.

Emily moved wi