Emma's POV

I couldn't resist it. I kissed him.

I kissed him with my eyes closed, hoping he would kiss me back. Wanting to feel his lips, soft and warm. And he did. He kissed me gently, tenderly. His lips moved against mine, careful, unhurried. His hands cupped my cheeks with surprising kindness.

I didn't know what he was thinking as he kissed me back. From everything he had said, it seemed like he liked Amme. But Amme didn't like him. So then… why was he kissing me?

Was it because I look