EMILY’S POV.

My heart was thundering and it seemed like it would tear out of my chest, as I found that I couldn’t tear my eyes off his lips.

I was finally losing my senses. Even my saliva was hard to swallow, and it took him tilting his head—to try to decipher what was wrong with me—to get my eyes off him.

I turned away sharply, stepping into the rain, and stepping backwards after feeling the harsh and direct coldness. I bumped against him, and jumped.

It was tempting to place my hand ...