Emma's eyes widened a little, staring into his dark orbs that were quite beautiful. They distracted her for a second, but then she realized what was happening. She gave him a little push, and he fell back on the couch.Quickly, she stood up, swallowing nervously.“I should take— you to your room.”“Yes, take me to my room.” His eyes were half-closed as he stretched his hands at her. She sat on the couch, held her hand behind his neck, and gently lifted him to a sitting position. She grabbed his hand, put it behind her neck, then transferred her hand to his waist. “At the count of three, we will stand together. One, two…” At the mention of three, she helped him up. They left the sitting room and struggled up the stairs. Liam kept staggering, making it harder to reach his room. They stopped in front of the room, which he drunkenly pointed at.“Where's the key?” Emma asked. “In my pocket,” Liam replied and smiled at her. Emma checked his pocket and brought out his key. She opened
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