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It was Emmette.

He looked startled, like he was holding some prized egg that he was afraid it would drop. His eye bags were dark and for some reason that made him a bit more attractive than he already is. My body reacted to his touch as he tried to hoist me to stand but I quickly backed away, careful to stay on my feet. Sliding back as he walked towards me, blocking the exit of the funeral home.

My throat was dry and I could feel my throat getting clogged. Why was I swooning over this bastard. It didn't help that my body felt akin to melting into...