"Ah!" Emily felt as if she was electrocuted—she shrieked and pulled her hand back, her heart pounding.
"You alright?" Max asked in concern, a hint of smile in his eyes.
"I… Yeah." Emily nodded before she lowered her head, her other hand clutching her gown and thigh, and whispered, "I think I… need more time."
Hearing this, Max gently tilted her chin up with his fingers, making her look at him and said in a soothing tone, "You take as much time as you need. There is no need to rush. I'm not going away, nor I will let you get away from me."
Emily stared into his eyes and noticing the possessive glint within them, she felt her heart skip a beat. Then, she strangely felt warm and fuzzy inside and relaxed a lot.
"Mm. Thank you, Max." She smiled.
"There is no need for it, Mom." Max said and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the address, but before she could think too much about it and feel conflicted again, she felt Max tighten his grip around her waist and say:
