Max looked away from her with difficulty and Emma noticed this.
She was right.
He was also affected.
This made her feel less silly for her feelings when she was still on her sick bed.
His warm palm began to add pressure to her skin, while his fingers made odd movements to her back that felt a little ticklish.
Emma shut her eyes, taking it serious now. She tried to keep her mind straight, but that wasn't happening.
A soft moan left her mouth as his hand worked magic on her. She started to feel the temperature of his palm more, as if her body was slowly coming alive than it was before.
She paused her lips after an embarrassing grunt escaped her lips. It wouldn't be as embarrassing if it didn't sound so erotic.
She could feel his gaze on her and she was scared to open the eyes she had shut to limit the intensity of her awkward behavior.
God! She wasn't this type of person.
His influence on her had remodeled her.