EMMA’s POV :
His lips were moving closer and closer. I was seeing everything like it was in slow motion. And just when our lips were about touch…
“Ian, stop!”
My hands went up to his chest, stopping him from leaning in further. His eyes shot open, dark and serious, boring into mine. He had stopped moving in, but he didn’t move away either. So for a second there, I just stood with my hands on his chest, and our faces barely an inch away.
Looking up at him, I said with a shaky voice, “I can’t… let you kiss me,”
“Why not?” he whispered challengingly, not moving an inch.
“Because I’m not a cheater,”
My words sounded way more bitter than I had anticipated. A glint of hurt crossed his eyes and he pulled away. When there was a safe distance between us, I let out a sig
