Kiss Me Captain (Emily and Maddie) novel Chapter 53

[Emily’s POV]

The voice on the other end takes a breath. “My name’s Taylor. I’m the one who was outside your door last night.” My chest constricts. Maddie’s face has gone pale, her grip on the phone so tight her knuckles are white.

“I need to apologize,” Taylor continues. “I was eavesdropping. I heard your fight and I was worried it was going to escalate. I almost knocked, but then I realized you might’ve heard me and left. And just recently it dawned on me… that you’d think I was going to out you.”

Relief hits me so suddenly I feel dizzy. Maddie’s eyes meet mine, confusion and hope warring in her expression. “I wanted to call and tell you I won’t say anything,” Taylor says. “To anyone. I promise.”

Maddie finally finds her voice, though it trembles when she speaks. “Why? Why wouldn’t you tell someone?”

There’s a pause. Then Taylor says, so quietly we almost miss it: “Because I’m a lesbian. And the thought of outing someone against their will is terrifying to me. I know what it’s like to be scared of people finding out. I wouldn’t do that to anyone.”

Maddie and I stare at each other, the phone still on speaker between us. I don’t know what to say.

“I should go,” Taylor says. “I just needed you to know you’re safe. From me, anyway. I’m sorry I scared you.” The line goes dead.

We sit in stunned silence, the weight of what just happened slowly sinking in. Finally, I find my voice. “We got lucky. It could have been anyone standing out there last night, but it was someone who understands.”

Maddie sets the phone down carefully, like it might shatter. “We can’t count on being lucky forever.”

“I know.” The relief is overwhelming, but it doesn’t erase the fear coiled tight in my chest—the knowledge that we’re one overheard conversation away from everything falling apart.

We sit with this for a long moment, neither of us looking at the other. The room feels smaller, the air between us charged with everything we’ve been avoiding.

Then Maddie breaks the silence, her voice quiet but steady. “We need to talk about what you said. About loving me.”

My heart pounds. I force myself to meet her eyes. “I can’t keep running from this,” Maddie continues. “You put yourself out there and I just—I ran away.”

“You were scared,” I say, needing her to know I understand. I want to give her an out, a way to explain away what happened.

“Being scared isn’t an excuse for hurting you.” Her voice cracks, raw with emotion. “I hurt you and that’s not okay.”

“What are you saying?”

Maddie takes a shaky breath. “I’m saying I need to be honest. About what I said in recovery, about what I feel, about all of it.”

I wait, barely breathing. Maddie’s eyes fill with tears. “I meant it. When I said I love you. I meant it.”

I understand what she’s asking. My body responds before my mind catches up, heat pooling low in my belly, but I have to ask. “Your leg—”

“I don’t care.” Her voice is fierce, desperate, her hands already pulling at my shirt. “Please.”

I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. She gasps when I find the sensitive spot below her ear, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

I work my way down slowly, kissing her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, while my hands map the familiar territory of her body. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps, and I want to memorize every sound she makes, every way her body responds to my touch.

It’s different now. Now that we’ve said it out loud. Now that it’s love, not just desire. Every kiss feels weighted with meaning, every touch a promise we’re finally brave enough to make.

Maddie pulls my shirt over my head with shaking hands. I do the same for her, careful but urgent, and we’re both trembling—from emotion, from want, from the overwhelming need to be close after almost losing each other.

My hands slide over her ribs, her waist, relearning the landscape of her body. She arches into my touch, her breathing ragged, and I can feel her heart racing beneath my palm.

I shift carefully, positioning us so her leg is supported, and she makes a small sound of frustration at the brief loss of contact before I’m pressing against her again, skin to skin, finally close enough.