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"My hands to myself " Emma danced to the music echoing through the house .
The music didn't allow any other noise, it was just her and the hairbrush .
Max huffed as the music hit his eardrums constantly . He went downstairs to see what was it all about . Once down he turned in search of Emma .
He spotted her on the round coffee table with her back turned, swaying her hips to the music and singing along . She was just in his white shirt, displaying her milky legs .
He leaned forward on the handrail and watched quietly, an amused smirk crawling to his face . It was entertaining .
"And I'm trying ,trying , I'm trying but I " Emma cried as she ran the brush along her hair .
Her eyes locked with Max's, who was gazing at her intently . Once he noticed, he cleared his throat
