EMILY’S POV.

“Stop.” I said, my voice ringing with terror, as I tried to push him away.

“Stop? You must be kidding me. I’ve been holding back for so long. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to hold you?” His hand pushed back my hair to land on my cheeks. Even his touch made cold waves rise in my chest. Cold waves embodying terror.

“John. I’m not married to you anymore. We have separate lives to live.” I said, swatting his hand from my face, staring at him with all the ...