The kiss was everything, and nothing like Emma had imagined. Soft yet demanding, gentle yet desperate. His lips moved against hers like he was drinking her in, memorizing her taste, claiming her as his own.Emma melted into him, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.Marcus couldn't go with the kiss again, he jerked back immediately. It's wrong to do this to Lily, my daughter.Then Emma froze.As Marcus pulled back so abruptly that Emma stumbled. His hands shot out to steady her, but he immediately releases her, putting several feet of distance between them."No," he said, this is too wrong, Emma, his voice raw. "No, no, no."Emma's world tilted. "Marcus—""I can't do this." He turned away from her, his hands gripping the back of a chair until his knuckles turned white. "God, what was I thinking? I can't do this to Lily."The name hit Emma like a bucket of ice water. Lily. Her best friend. The woman who trusted her, confid
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