Dylan didn't have the time to dodge her. He could only watch as Emily fell into his arms.
Her forehead smacked against his jaw, and her lips pressed against something hard. Dylan's scent was both familiar and strange.
Emily was stunned. When she came to her senses, she quickly got up and found that her lips had been pressed against his Adam's apple.
She held a hand to her aching forehead and her face burned.
She was so embarrassed.
Dylan's mind had also gone blank in that short moment of contact. After a while, he slowly looked up at her. "If I'm a p*****t, what are you?"
He didn't give Emily a chance to say anything. He sat up and straightened his collar, his fingers brushing over his Adam's apple. He smiled pointedly. "If you wanted to kiss me, you could've just said so. After all,
