"Didn't you want to know what I'm planning to do? I'll tell you now!" Harry's domineering lips began deepening the kiss.
It wasn't the first time he kissed her, yet it was the first time he forced her.
Emma was never the reserved type, she would take initiative if she liked something, always jumping on him and kissing him fiercely when she saw him.
Now, his kiss only made her resist...
Harry's mind wavered for a moment, as Emma had already reached out to push him away, raising her hand towards him.
This slap, Harry could have easily dodged it, but he didn't. He just stood there quietly, gazing directly into her angry face.
After a few seconds, her hand still hadn't come down.
"Weren't you going to hit me? Why stopped?" Harry grabbed her wrist, pulling her in front of him, lowering his eyes to gaze at her panicked eyes.
"Emma, if you really liked another man, that slap would have come down without hesitation, and you'd scold me as a rogue."
This is her style.
