Forty six

“You kissed Amber?” Emma asked with a crestfallen expression; her heart felt like it just dropped to her stomach from Amber's confession.

He looked conflicted, but he wasn’t denying it. “She kissed me first? It was a mistake.”

“And How did that happen?” She called trying control her annoyance but it was failing fast.

“..That was before I saw you at the bar that day; like I said, it’s nothing,” he answered, picking up the bouquet he had thrown on the flower and the chocolate.

The mood had gone sour almost immediately, and there was only a bigger silence left. Rowan felt Emma’s hot-holding stare like a drill to the head, but he decided not to speak.

“That’s it?” She called, annoyed, as she folded her hands and came forward.

“As I said, that is it, Emma.”

Emma knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn’t help but feel inferior to Amber. Not only was she beautiful and rich, she was his ex!

“Do you still have feelings for her?” She asked with her heart in her throat. She wouldn’t even know