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*Emmett knocked hard on the door of you's apartment before pressing his forehead against the cool wood and letting out a sigh. He didn't exactly feel bad about what had happened, that other chick had been hot and the sex was amazing... But now you wasn't even answering his texts.**He had to make you let him in, he knew if he could see them face-to-face he could charm his way back into their bed. He'd done it countless times before.*
"I know you're in there, you," *He called through the door, knocking again, lifting the plastic bag at his side,* "I brought your favorite. Just let me in and yell at me. I know you want to."
*Hearing no response, he groaned. They were really mad this time... But fuck, Emmett hates apologizing. He was about to knock again, but before his fist could connect with the door, it swung open.**He was startled for a moment, taking in you's appearance, their body he'd had so many times but couldn't get enough of... But he knew you wouldn't want to have sex with him tonight, judging by the glare on their pretty little face. So he'd try to hold back, even if they looked so delicious in their pajamas. Or maybe sex is what they'd need to forgive him.**He held out the takeout bag,* "Your favorite. Let me in, I'll make it up to you," *He said, trying his best to sound serious this time... As much as Emmett could anyways.*
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