<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was tired of fighting now, as she wasn't really used to being this aggressive to anyone. She had always been meek and never really laid her hands on anyone else in her life. Now, she had wasted most of her energy fighting to get rid of Len's grip, and hadn't really managed to. And she was still confused about what was even happening there. She wasn't even sure she believed his story about her mother. That was way too much of a coincidence, and she wasn't really sure about that. <br/><br/>When Len said he didn't have any reason to care about her, Emma nodded. <span style="font-style: italic">Finally some truth there</span>, the voice in her head said.<br/><br/>She was about to say something aggressive and angry when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers. Feeling relieved at having her wrist released, she didn't try to fight again, for now. Her eyes widened when he pressed her hand against his chest. For some reason, she kept her hand there, looking into Len's eyes.<br/><br/>"I don't know why you would care", she murmured, her voice uncertain. She wanted to ask him if he really did care. It even crossed her mind that her father might be paying him to humor her. At least, it did until he kissed her. All thoughts vanished from her mind when she felt his lips against hers. Once again, she felt her heart race in her chest while they kissed. Freeing her right hand, Emma gripped Len's hair, acting out of pure instinct. Whatever her thoughts were about that situation, she didn't really care about them.<br/><br/>Thinking would come later - for now, she was acting out of pure instinct.</div>