New season starts tonight and I am starting a new story. I hope you will like it. I am definitely very excited to write it. :-)

Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. Just this story.

Prologue

She was late. Really, really late. Ruby would rip her head off.

She jumped down over the last few steps of the stairs and rushed around the corner, smacking unchecked into a solid wall. A solid wall in form of a human being. A solid male human being.

But she couldn't even look up, her running into him had apparently taken him completely by surprise and he stumbled backwards, his feet catching onto something and he crashed down to the ground, taking her with him.

Please, let it be David. Please.

But of course it was not her brother. She knew it the moment his hands closed around her arms, and his familiar scent hit her. It was he.

Killian Jones. Her brother's best friend.

And the man she had fallen badly in love with.

"Wow, Emma," he grunted, rubbing one hand over his chest.

She pushed herself away from him, trying to stand up, but his hands were still wrapped around her arms, forcing her to stay where she was.

Sitting on his lap.

Her heart was beating frantically in her chest as she looked down at him, his startling blue eyes twinkling with amusement, and her fingers itched to trail over the scruff and down his throat, the urge to bury her fingers in the fine mat of hair she could see peeking out of the open V of his shirt was overwhelming her.

But of course she didn't. Because she was a child to him. The little sister of his best friend.

"Sorry," she mumbled, scrambling off his lap and up as he finally let go of her arms, and she pressed herself against the next wall, trying to get as much space between them as possible.

He was still lying on the floor, his mouth curling up into one of those smirks that made her insides all gooey, and she was glad for the wall at her back, giving her much needed support.

"What's the hurry?" he asked, her mouth going dry as he pushed himself off the floor, the jeans tightening over his firm ass.

"Ruby is waiting for me. We are going to the movies."

"Movies, huh?" His grin broadened even further as he leaned forward and tilted his head, his lips almost brushing her ear as he said. "With or without boys?"

His voice shot shivers down her spine, and she closed her eyes for just one second. He wasn't referring to himself, the comment wasn't meant to be flirtatious. She knew that. But she still couldn't help being affected by the sultry tone of his voice.

He was teasing her. Like an older brother would tease his little sister. But God, she wished he wouldn't.

"No. No boys," she said hastily, pressing her hands against his chest to push him away from her, so that she could get the hell out of here before she would do something really stupid.

Like leaning forward and finding out how his scruff would feel brushing over her skin. How his lips might feel moving under hers.

Get out of here now, Emma. Now.

"Gotta go. See you soon."

She slipped out of under his arm and rushed to the door, yanking it open.

"Have fun."

She didn't look back and just slammed the door shut behind her. Leaning back against it, she let out a soft sigh, her fingers curling into tight fists, still prickling with the sensation of his chest hair tingling her skin.

Maybe one day he would stop looking at her as if she was his sister. Maybe one day he would start looking at her in a completely different way.

Maybe.