Emily's POV
Larkin gave me a light kiss as if he was testing my reaction. He seemed to be waiting for me to push him away. How could I do that? Yes, his kiss was as light as a butterfly caressing my lips, but it set my entire body on fire.
I didn't think twice about yanking him from his neck so our lips could meet again. He wasn't responding, and I felt like I was kissing a stone statue.
The remaining confidence I had gradually eroded because no matter how I moved my lips to his, he remained frozen. Until I gave up and embarrassedly hid my face with my hands.
"I am truly a failure!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking as I fought back tears.
Did he want to torture me? He wasn't getting up, but he wasn't moving on my top either. When he slowly removed my hands and I saw his eyes were als
