"Are you shy?" Satan asked, holding her close.

"Yes," Emily admitted.

Satan tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. "I’m a little shy too."

Emily glared at him. "Then why did you do that?"

"I couldn’t help myself."

Emily’s face turned even redder.

His voice dropped to a low murmur. "I couldn’t help wanting to tell the whole world that you’re mine."

Emily playfully smacked him. "We both have a lot on our shoulders. It’s better to keep a low profile."

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