Emmeline stayed where she was, watching him intently as he spoke and as he took a step in her direction. It was strange really. She was normally a blushing fool around men. But then again, as he'd pointed out before, she had been around boys. This was different. Something was different with him but she wasn't ready to admit it.

"You're wrong," she started to say, "You aren't like most men even if you think you are." And he wasn't. Most men wanted that meek and timid thing. The type that would bow to their every whim without thought. Brainless and spineless. She'd been that girl though but she quite liked where she was going and what she was becoming.

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