He walked over to be and bent in front of the couch where I sat. “You’re so beautiful, Emily,” he whispered to me with a kind smile.
“Get away from my house.”
“No, Emily. I know you felt the same thing I felt that night,” he stood and backed me.
What did he even mean by that? This is a wealthy married man with a beautiful wife and daughter.
“Just don't think about it too much. I’ve always loved you, Emily,” he said softly, turning slowly to look at me.
I got up from the couch, arching my brows. “What do you mean by that? I asked, replaying all the memories of that night in my head, how gentle he was with me. Did he really love me?
“I care about you so much, Em,” he said, cupping my cheek in his hands. This time, I let him, trying to steady my breathing. I looked into his eyes, tryi
