Emma's mouth went dry when he pulled her close and pressed a gentle finger to her lips. His repeated compliment brought a smile to her face in spite of her horrible mood. "It's nice that you think so," she accepted, trying to forget, for the moment, her desperate urge to change clothes.
He was close. His finger moved from her lips to stroke softly over her cheek and a part of her expected him to kiss her. Her breath caught in her chest and she waited for it but that moment didn't come.
For once, she didn't jump to be the one to initiate the kiss.
Emma rarely struggled with her emotions. Most of the time, she was just as happy and perky as she appeared to be... there was just something about this time of the year.
Regardless of how she'd feel once the New Year had passed, she was currently tired of being the girl that got used for a good time.
"We can hang out down here," she finally told him. "Or we can go up stairs to my room."
If Kyle found them in her room, he'd freak out but, then again, he'd do that regardless of where he found them.