Okay, Let's go through this again.
Emma still stood frozen on the spot and as if time had turned backwards, her brain was back to when she had run out to meet Max.
He looked disheveled and wanted to kiss her. She would have loved to let him do so instantly, but Olivia's body she occupied was quick to pick up on the meaning in the atmosphere and it was screaming to her that something isn't right.
The Max she knew always carried himself high and uptight, not looking like this. Even on their date, he had looked domineering and freaking hot.
At the moment, he looked vulnerable and his eyes couldn't stop searching for her own. She had felt her heart racing madly and asked what was happening.
Having him hold her like that felt good, but still something was up.
And then he confessed? God!
