Chapter 48

• Emerald halted abruptly, her arms crossing defensively as Justin's voice rang out with urgency.
• “What the hell Emerald? What was that?” He whipped around to face her, questions written all over his expression, but Emerald's mind was elsewhere. She could still feel the ghost of Andrew's lips on hers, her heart still racing at the thought of kissing a man who occupied the dual roles of lover and teacher—Collin, her teacher, no less, someone she knew she shouldn't be kissing.
• "Emerald, I'm talking to you," Justin said with a stern edge to his voice.