Emily's POV
"Are you going to cry?" Nathan asks as he sees my face, in an amused tone. "Don't tell me you're going to cry."
I shake my head frantically, knowing that if I was on the verge of tears.
"Come on, you can't be so sentimental" He speaks once again mocking my state, however, I just keep quiet and hold back as hard as I can: "Ah geez, yes you are."
I hear him laugh however he approaches me and in an act of nobility, reaches out his arm and picks me up with it resting me against his warm, naked torso.
"That's how much you like this movie, don't you?" He questions me in a whisper against my hair, while with his fingertips he caresses my forearm very gently. For my part, I only manage to rest my head on his chest and hide my face in my hands without mumbling a word. "I must admit he's a great guy." He says, making me laugh a little at the mockery in his tone.
