Lord Emerson's POV
I was shocked and looked at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe she had just blurted out those words to me. With a dry throat, I stared at her and saw that this time her eyes weren't closed; they were open, and she was staring right at me. “I love you,” she repeated her words, and panic rose within me.
“No, take it back,” I demanded with a pounding heart. “Take back what you just said,” I pleaded, but she shook her head. “I won't deny what I feel for you. I love you,” she declared with no fear in her voice, and my heart pounded even harder. It was an abomination that I couldn't let happen.
Swiftly, I lifted her from the bed and made her stand before me. I held her gaze and could see that she was still tipsy, but she wasn't sounding like someone who was drunk. “Emma,
