Emma’s POV
I couldn’t form words out of my mouth as I stared at him. I could see so many expectations and worries in his eyes. He really needed a response from me, and a positive one at that.
A hard gulp passed down my throat as we glanced at each other. This was a guy I had loved and crushed on for a very long time. I always wished that he would be mine someday, and here he was asking and pleading with me to date him, but yet I didn’t feel so excited about it. All I kept thinking of was Lord Emerson, the kiss we shared, and his manly hands squeezing my ass.
“Emma.” He called out to me gently, and I had to blink my eyes repeatedly; I had just zoned out. My attention was fixed on him, and I could see that he had a worried look on his face, and also his eyes held fear, fear that I might r
