Emma had liked Dexter since she’d first met him at a party two years before. But she’d never got to know him and in just a few hours he would be gone. And he certainly wasn’t going to ask her to go to China with him. It was a bit sad. For the first time in four years she was with a boy she really liked. But she couldn’t relax with him. They had been kissing and talking for eight hours now and she still didn’t know what she wanted.