“C’mon, Swan,” Killian said, dropping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “Live a little.”
Emma stiffened, her head whipping up to shout at him for daring to touch her. His eyes were twinkling with mischief. She quickly surmised that he’d done it on purpose just to get to her and her contrariness arose immediately.
She lifted a hand and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, keeping him in place. The humor vanished from his expression, replaced by shock. Emma smiled triumphantly at catching him off guard. Killian’s eyes narrowed.
A moment later, he was smiling slyly. Emma had just entered into a game. The problem was she had no idea what the stakes were or who the winner would be.