Esme smiled, waiting for him to leave the room, before letting out a strangled breath. She thought something wrong with her. There were no emotions involved in the kiss. It lacked passion and heat, there was no want for more. She wanted to truly devote herself to him, but it wasn't possible, with the absence of her emotions. She knew the two of them were sexually interactive before she got locked up and was confused more than ever as to why those old emotions were not willing to rise and return. Trying to come up with an excuse, she told herself it would all come back tonight at the charity event. She was hopeful.