Muttering softly, she joked to herself, "I'll see which cloud is the prettiest; that one will be me." These playful remarks, Emma felt, were not quite meant for moments shared between them, best kept to herself in a low whisper.
"The prettiest?" Damien Sterling couldn't help but scoff.
Emma Hart, feeling slighted, glanced at Damien, annoyed that he had overheard her. Was she wrong in her assertion? She wasn't that off the mark.
"Is what I said incorrect?" Having already spoken, Emma decided to embrace the shamelessness, pouting as she turned to face Damien. Her expression was haughty, with a trace of stubborn defiance. Damien was staring at her with a strange look in his eyes.
Just as she was thinking about his gaze, Damien's lips had already pressed gently against hers, touching her only briefly before pulling away.
