Chapitre 162: Heartbreak (1)

Emma was stunned by his response. Did he just say 'a passionate one?'

"Max, what's going on?" She asked. Perhaps he would openly say he loves her and the seduction mission would be over.

Their body was still pressing against each other, while the feeling of his lips devouring her own still lingered.

They were so close that she could only rest her arms to his chest. Her chest still continued to heave up and down, while she awaited another response.

"Your lips taste good. I'm tempted to go for it again, but I believe we should talk about the first one." He said cooly, not acting like he felt ashamed for what they just did.

He looked matured as if he would take responsibility for his actions, without twisting his words or put the blame on mood or any other things most men would have lied upon to act as an excuse for the kiss they just shared.