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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 on my chest, and try to make it stop beating hard.

"Why? Did you want to kiss me?" I heard him ask, and I turned to him immediately.

"No. Why? Why would you say that?" I asked, shaking my head, and playing dumb.

He smirked, and his eyes fell to my lips. I swallowed hard, and stepped out of the umbrella.

"There's a taxi!" I shouted, running towards a vacant taxi approaching us in the far distance.