Harry dropped his bags in his apartment and put his hands on his hips. The tall, thin boy of nineteen surveyed the room that would be his for the next three years of college. It was basic, it had a bed, a desk and some shelves on one side of the room with a small-ish wardrobe on the other. A small en-suite occupied the space next to the door. The window over the bed looked out onto one of the main walkways to the college campus. Looking out of the window it seemed impossibly big. Turning around he started as he caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye. Turning fully,  a little too quickly, to see a tall, beautiful, blonde girl standing just outside the threshold. Her bright blue eyes locked onto him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Hi there," she said, melodic and warm, "I'm Emily. Looks like I’ll be living across the hall from you."

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he struggled to find his words. He managed a clumsy smile and extended his hand, "Nice to meet you, Emily. I'm Harry."

Emily's hand was delicate and soft as they shook hands, sending a wave of warmth coursing through Harry's veins. It took him a moment to realise she had been talking away and mentioned something about a campus tour followed by drinks later in the afternoon.

Harry stammered, "Oh, um... campus tour? Drinks?"  His mind was still spinning from the unexpected encounter.

"Yes!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "A bunch of us from the building are going along to the scheduled campus tour this afternoon to get familiar with our new surroundings. There are drinks organised in the main bar on campus for when that wraps up. You should come! I could do with the company. I don't know anyone at all at this university, yet."

Harry's heart swelled with an anticipation he couldn't quite place and he couldn't help but feel an instant connection to Emily. Her confident yet approachable demeanour made him feel at ease as if they had known each other for years. He nodded eagerly in response, unable to resist the magnetic pull she seemed to have on him.

"I would love to join you!" Harry managed to blurt out, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "What time did you say the tour starts?"

Emily giggled, "I didn’t, but everyone is meeting in the lobby at 11.30. I'll let you get settled and hope to speak to you later."

She gently brushed his arm as she turned to leave and walked into her room directly opposite Harry's. He watched her hips sway and past her, he could see her room was the mirror of his and she was already unpacking her belongings as two large suitcases lay open on the floor.

Snapping out of his trance before he got caught staring at Emily and her bags of clothes, Harry turned back to his room again and feeling very much like his father, muttered "right" and started to unpack his belongings.

An hour or two later, after a quick shower, Harry tried to tame his unruly hair in the en-suite mirror, his mind kept wandering to Emily and he couldn’t help but think their being neighbours was meant to be. He had to fight the urge to masturbate to the image of his fit neighbour while he was in the shower. Giving up on his hair, he splashed some water on his face, dried himself with a towel and then grabbed his spray. After a quick spritz, he made his way out of the door, grabbing his phone and keys on the way. As he pulled the door closed and locked it, he found himself face to face with Emily as she had done the same with her door.

“Looking good Harry,” she smiled.

“Uh, thanks,” he stammered before saying “you’re looking good too.”

He kicked himself at how lame he had sounded.

“Shall we?” she said, already heading to the stairs.

They chatted about their courses and their hometowns as they sauntered down the stairs. Emily was excited to be studying engineering and very interested to learn that Harry was doing nursing.

“I bet you’ll have a whole bunch of girls to choose from in a nursing class,” she laughed. Harry laughed nervously with her too as they made their way into the lobby.

As they entered the lobby, Harry was taken aback by the small but bustling crowd of students gathered. The air buzzed with excited chatter and nervous laughter. Emily grabbed his arm, pulling him through the throng towards a group of students huddled near the entrance.

"Hey everyone!" Emily called out, waving to the group. "I’m Emily and this is Harry, he has just moved in across from me. We’re on the third floor."

Harry felt all eyes turn to him, and he managed a shy wave. "Hi everyone," he said, his voice barely audible above the din.

A tall, lanky guy with messy brown hair stepped forward, extending his hand. "Hey man, I'm Tom. Nice to meet you."

As Harry shook Tom's hand, he noticed Emily's fingers still lightly resting on his arm as she chatted to someone else in the group. The warmth of her touch sent a tingle through his body, and he found himself hoping she wouldn't let go.

Eventually, they were joined by a girl named Claire. A tall black-haired final-year student who was to be their tour guide. She was very attractive with large breasts and it seemed that everyone else was finding her as good-looking as he was.

Claire led them across the sprawling campus, Harry found himself only able to be half-listening to the information being shared. His attention was divided between the grand buildings surrounding them and the animated conversations happening within their group. There was also Emily, still by his side, who was engrossed in a discussion about the engineering department with a petite brunette named Sarah. Harry couldn't help but admire how easily Emily seemed to connect with everyone, her laughter ringing out occasionally and drawing smiles from those around her.

The group meandered through tree-lined paths, passing by the imposing library with its gothic architecture, the state-of-the-art science complex, the lush sports fields and various other buildings such as the main canteen. They even managed to spot the medical building in the distance where Harry would have to trek for his lectures. Harry struck up a conversation with Tom and another guy named Mike, both of whom were studying business. As they chatted about their hometowns and shared their initial impressions of the campus, Harry felt a sense of camaraderie building. The nervousness that he had felt at not knowing anyone was quickly disappearing.

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the campus grounds, Claire continued to lead the group towards a quaint, ivy-covered building nestled between two larger academic halls.

"And this," she announced with a flourish, "is where our journey ends. The Burrow, one of our cosiest student bars on campus."

The group filed into the dimly lit interior, the scent of polished wood and years of spilt beer hitting their nostrils. The walls were adorned with vintage posters and faded photographs of alumni, giving the place a warm, lived-in feel. Harry's eyes were immediately drawn to the gleaming bar top, where rows of colourful bottles stood at attention behind it with three bar staff in full flow.

Claire turned to face the group, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Alright, freshers," she said, reaching into her pocket. "As a welcome gift from the university, you each get two free drinks. Make sure to make the most of them. I hope I’ll spot you around and feel free to send a DM to the student support Instagram if you have any questions. Have fun.” She turned around and Harry stared at her ass as she left. Emily, who he hadn’t noticed next to him, nudged him, winked when she knew she had caught him checking out Claire and then grabbed his hand to bring him to the bar.

“What are you having?” she asked simply.

“Um…” he hesitated as he looked over the beer taps on offer and also behind the bar, “probably just a beer to start,” he finished.

“Great,” she exclaimed, “two pale ales please.” Emily leaned over the bar slightly as she said this to the short guy behind the bar and handed over her two vouchers. Once their beers were served they grabbed a table in the corner and soon the rest of the group joined them. Emily sat close to him and leaned on the table with her elbows.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere in The Burrow grew increasingly lively. The initial awkwardness of new acquaintances melted away, replaced by boisterous laughter and animated conversations. Harry found himself engrossed in a heated debate about the merits of various superhero franchises with Tom and Mike, while Emily chatted animatedly with Sarah and a few other girls from their floor.

The warm glow of the overhead lights cast a cosy ambience over the bar, and the clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversation created a comforting backdrop. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, a stark contrast to the nervousness he'd felt just hours ago when he'd first arrived on campus.

When their second round of drinks arrived, courtesy of Tom who'd made a quick run to the bar with a handful of vouchers, Emily leaned in close to Harry her breath tickling his ear. "Having fun?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, “everyone is so nice. What about you?”

"Yeah, everyone's great," Emily agreed, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light. She took a sip of her drink, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You know what would make this even more fun?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that?"

"How about a game of Never Have I Ever?" said Emily as she turned to the group at large, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.

The suggestion sent a ripple of interest through the group. Sarah clapped her hands together, grinning widely. "Oh, I'm so in for that!"

Tom leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Could be dangerous, but I'm game if everyone else is."

Harry felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubble up inside him. He'd played the game before at parties back home, not that he had been to many parties, but never with a group who were still pretty much strangers.

Emily's eyes sparkled with mischief as she raised her glass. "Alright, I'll start us off easy. Never have I ever... been blackout drunk."

A chorus of groans and laughs erupted from the group as several people, including Tom and Sarah, took reluctant sips of their drinks. Harry hesitated, then took a small sip himself, feeling his cheeks flush as Emily's gaze lingered on him.

"Ooh, Harry," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. "I sense there's a story there."

Harry chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just say my 18th birthday was... memorable. Or rather, not so memorable."

The game continued, with questions ranging from innocent to increasingly daring. Sarah admitted to skinny dipping, while Mike confessed to stealing road signs. As the alcohol flowed, the questions started to turn more sexual.

Emily laughed and leaned in closer to Harry as the game progressed. "Okay, my turn again," she announced. "Never have I ever... had a one-night stand."

Harry felt his face flush as he watched several people in the group take drinks, including Tom, who winked at Emily. Harry kept his glass down, suddenly feeling a bit inexperienced compared to the others.

Emily noticed his hesitation and gave him a reassuring smile. "Nothing to be ashamed of either way," she whispered.

As the drinks flowed, with everyone taking turns to get more drinks, the questions continued to get more risqué as the night went on.

"Never have I ever had sex in public," Sarah giggled, taking a big swig of her drink before most of the group except Harry and another girl, Isabelle, even had a chance.

Harry was starting to feel a pleasant buzz from the alcohol, his initial nervousness fading. When it came to his turn, he decided to be bold.

"Never have I ever..." Harry paused, gathering his courage. "...kissed someone of the same sex."

A few eyebrows raised around the table. Emily's eyes widened slightly as she looked at Harry with newfound interest. To his surprise, both Emily and Sarah took sips of their drinks, along with Tom. He joined them

"Ooh, looks like we've got some stories to tell," Mike chuckled, eyeing the drinkers curiously.

Emily laughed, her cheeks slightly flushed. "It was just a dare at a party last year. Nothing too scandalous."

"What about you, Tom?" Sarah asked, leaning forward with interest.

Tom shrugged nonchalantly. "Experimentation in high school. No big deal."

Harry admitted to a drunken dare at a friend's birthday party that went a bit out of control. The game continued, each question revealing more about the group. Harry found himself both fascinated and slightly overwhelmed by the openness of everyone else. The questions continued, with each revelation drawing the group closer together in a shared sense of vulnerability and excitement. The warm glow of the bar's lighting seemed to soften the edges of reality, creating an intimate bubble around their table.

Emily, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the thrill of the game, leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, here's one," she said, her voice lowered conspiratorially. "Never have I ever... worn clothes of the opposite sex."

To Harry's surprise, most of the group reached for their drinks.

Sarah giggled as she took a sip. "Halloween costume," she explained. "I went as my brother for one year. It was pretty comfortable."

Tom shrugged as he drank. "Drama club in school.”

“Same as Sarah, Halloween last year. I dressed up as the Joker and wore an old suit of my dad’s,” said Emily.

As all eyes turned to Harry, he suddenly realised with a jolt that he had absent-mindedly taken a sip of his drink. It was true. He had worn girls' clothes before, but not for the more innocent reasons that everyone else was admitting to. His mind quickly raced as he tried to come up with an explanation, desperately hoping to take notice. But Emily's keen eyes had caught the movement, and she leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear.

"So, Harry," she purred, "care to share your story?"

Harry felt his face flush hot, his palms growing clammy as he scrambled for words. "Oh, um... it's not really... I mean, it was just..." He trailed off, distracted by the way the soft bar lighting caught Emily's golden hair, creating a halo effect that made her look almost angelic. The background chatter of the bar seemed to fade away, leaving Harry acutely aware of Emily's closeness, the scent of her perfume.

Emily's eyebrow arched with intrigue as she studied Harry's flustered expression. "Come on, spill it," she urged gently, her voice low enough that only he could hear. "We promise we won't judge."

Harry swallowed hard, his mind racing. He couldn't possibly tell the truth - that he occasionally enjoyed dressing up as a girl in the privacy of his room. It was a secret he'd never shared with anyone.

"I, uh... it was for a school play," he lied, forcing a nervous chuckle. "I had to play a female character. Nothing exciting."

Emily's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she sensed there was more to the story. But she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "If you say so," she said, her tone suggesting she didn't quite believe him.

The game began to wrap up after a drunken Sarah admitted that she had tried some hardcore bondage with an older man while travelling around Europe the year previously, much to the delight and awe of everyone present.

As the night wound down, the group began to disperse. Some headed back to their dorms, while others decided to explore more of the campus nightlife. Harry found himself walking alongside Emily, both slightly unsteady on their feet as they made their way back to their building. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the stuffy warmth of the bar. Streetlights cast a soft glow on the empty pathways, and the distant sounds of laughter and music drifted from other parts of the campus.

"So," Emily said, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "that was quite a night, huh?"

Harry nodded, feeling a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. "Yeah, it was... intense. I've never played Never Have I Ever with so many strangers."

Emily laughed, the sound light and musical in the quiet night. "Well, we found out plenty about each other.” she cooed.

The blonde's eyes sparkled mischievously as she glanced at Harry. "Though I have a feeling there's still a lot more to learn about you, Harry."

Harry felt his cheeks flush, remembering his awkward moment during the game. "Oh, you know, I'm not that interesting really," he said, trying to sound casual.

"I beg to differ," Emily replied, her voice low and playful. She stopped walking and turned to face him, her blue eyes intense in the moonlight. "I think you're VERY interesting."

Harry's heart raced as Emily took a step closer. Close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. The scent of her perfume enveloped him, making his head spin slightly.

"Emily, I..." he began, but the words caught in his throat as she placed a hand softly, with just enough pressure, on his neck.

Emily's touch sent electricity coursing through Harry's body. He stood frozen, unsure of what to do or say next. Her blue eyes locked onto his, searching his face intently.

"You don't have to hide who you are with me, Harry," she whispered, thumb gently caressing his neck. "I like you just as you are."

Before Harry could respond, Emily leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his. The kiss was tender at first, almost hesitant, but quickly deepened as Harry's initial shock wore off. He found himself responding eagerly, his hands moving to her waist as she pulled him in closer.

The world seemed to fade away around them as they kissed under the moonlight. Harry's mind was a whirlwind of sensations - the softness of Emily's lips, the warmth of her body pressed against his, the taste of alcohol on both of their breaths.

After what felt like an eternity, they slowly pulled apart, both breathless and flushed. Emily's eyes sparkled with a mixture of desire and mischief as she took Harry's hand.

"Come on," she whispered, tugging him gently towards their building. "Let's go somewhere more private."

Harry's heart raced as they hurried up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell. When they reached their floor, Emily fumbled with her keys briefly before pushing open her door. She pulled Harry inside and kicked the door shut behind them.

The room was bathed in soft light from one of the lamps on the avenue outside filtering through the open curtains. Emily didn't bother turning on the lights as she guided Harry towards her bed. His legs hit the edge and he sat down heavily, looking up at Emily with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Emily wasted no time in climbing onto his lap, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply. Harry's hands tentatively rested on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on the exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up. Emily broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed down at him.

"You're so cute when you're nervous," she purred, nipping gently at his earlobe. Harry shivered at the sensation, his grip on her hips tightening involuntarily. Emily's hands moved to the buttons of Harry's shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. "I saw the way you looked at me this morning," she murmured, her lips brushing against his neck. "The way you couldn't keep your eyes off me all day. The way you blushed during the game. I bet you have all sorts of secrets, don't you?"

Harry felt breathless as Emily pushed his shirt up over his head. Emily's hands roamed over Harry's bare chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He gazed up at her, mesmerised by how the dim light from outside cast shadows across her face, accentuating her features.

"I... I don't know what you mean," he  stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emily smiled knowingly, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. "Oh, I think you do," she said softly. "But don't worry, all your secrets will be safe with me."

She leaned in, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. Harry moaned softly against her mouth, his inhibitions slowly melting away under her touch. His hands slid under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back. Emily broke the kiss and pushed his hands away. She sat back slightly to pull her shirt over her head, followed quickly by her bra. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight. Her breasts were perfect. Like, out of a magazine perfect.

"Tonight," she purred, her voice low and husky, "you're all mine. And I'm going to show you exactly what that means." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I'm going to dominate you, Harry. I'm going to push your boundaries and make you feel things you've never felt before. Are you ready for that?"

Harry's heart raced, a shiver of excitement and nervousness coursing through his body. He nodded wordlessly, unable to form coherent thoughts. With a fluid motion, Emily climbed off his lap and stood before him. Her eyes never left his as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans, letting them slide down her long, toned legs. She stepped out of them. Emily's eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity as she gazed down at Harry. He couldn’t quite believe this was the same girl that he had met this morning.

Emily stepped closer once again, her fingers tracing along Harry's jawline before Looming over him she kissed her way down his chest, nipping and sucking at sensitive spots. Harry gasped and arched into her touch, overwhelmed by the sensations. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, Emily looked up at him and made quick work of the button and zipper, tugging the jeans and boxers down in a deft motion. Harry's modest erection sprang free, and Emily hummed appreciatively.

She started with gentle kisses along his inner thighs, working her way up teasingly. When she finally took him into her mouth, Harry let out a guttural moan. Her tongue swirled around the head before she took him deeper. Emily's skilled mouth worked its magic on Harry, her tongue swirling and teasing as she took him deeper. Lost in the sensations, Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he arched on the bed.

As she continued the best blowjob Harry had ever gotten, her fingers slid between his legs to his inner thighs. Her fingers trailed ever downward until they reached the sensitive skin behind his balls. Harry's breath caught as she gently massaged the area. Then, to his utter shock, he felt a fingertip brush against his asshole. His eyes flew open and he tensed slightly at the unexpected touch. Emily looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously as she slowly circled the puckered entrance with her finger.

"Relax," she murmured, her warm breath ghosting over his cock.

Harry's heart raced as Emily's finger circled his most intimate area. He had never experienced anything like this before - at least not with another person. In the privacy of his bedroom back home, he had explored his own body, driven by curiosity and desire. He remembered the first time he had worked up the courage to order a small butt plug online, how his hands had trembled on the night he first carefully inserted it. The sensation had been strange at first, but as he grew accustomed to it, waves of pleasure unlike anything he'd felt before had washed over him.

From there, his explorations had grown bolder. He had eventually invested in a medium-sized vibrator, relishing the intense stimulation it provided when he angled it just right. On lonely nights, he would lose himself in blissful sensations, imagining what it might be like to share this intimacy with someone else. But he had never dared to tell them.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry almost didn't notice Emily shifting her position. His eyes refocused just in time to see her standing up, her lithe body silhouetted in the dim light. With graceful movements, she slipped off her panties, the last barrier between them. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her - all smooth curves and soft skin, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

Emily's eyes locked onto his, a predatory glint in their blue depths. She moved towards him with feline grace, climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips in one fluid motion. Harry gasped as he felt the heat of her core pressed against him, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" Emily purred, her voice low and husky.

Before Harry could respond, she reached between them, grasping his length and guiding it to her entrance. Harry gasped as he felt her wet heat envelop him, inch by delicious inch. She sank slowly, savouring the sensation of him filling her. When she was fully seated, Emily leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Harry's chest. She grabbed his neck with a bit more pressure than she had when she first kissed him earlier in the night and began to rock her hips.

Emily's hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm as she rode Harry. Her fingers tightened slightly around his neck, not enough to cut off his air but enough to assert her dominance. Harry's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as pleasure coursed through his body.

"You feel so good inside me," Emily purred, her breath hot against his ear. She nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a gasp from Harry.

As their pace increased, Emily's free hand snaked between them. Her fingers found her clit, rubbing quick circles as she chased her pleasure. Harry watched in awe as her face contorted in ecstasy, her movements becoming more erratic.

"Oh god, Harry," she moaned, her inner walls clenching around him. "I'm close..."

Harry felt his orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in his balls as they tightened.

Emily's movements became more frenzied as she neared her peak. Her fingers worked furiously at her clit while she rode Harry with abandon. Harry could feel his climax approaching rapidly, the sensations almost overwhelming.

"Emily, I'm going to..." Harry gasped out, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.

"Not yet," Emily commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Hold it back. Wait for me."

Harry gritted his teeth, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm. Emily's pace quickened even more, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each movement. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat as she chased her pleasure. Suddenly, Emily's body went rigid. A long, low moan escaped her lips as her inner walls clamped down on Harry's cock. The pulsing sensations of her orgasm clamped down on Harry's cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The sight and sensation of Emily's orgasm pushed Harry over the edge. With a quavering moan, he exploded inside her, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he emptied himself deep inside of her.

They stayed joined for several long moments, both panting heavily as they came down from their shared high. Emily's hand loosened its grip on Harry's neck as she collapsed forward onto his chest. Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they basked in the aftermath.

As their breathing slowed, Emily lifted her head from Harry's chest, an impish glint in her eyes. She slowly disentangled herself from him, causing Harry to groan softly as he slipped out of her. She moved to straddle his chest, her blue eyes never leaving his.

"That was amazing," Harry murmured, still dazed from the intensity of their encounter.

Emily smirked down at him. "Oh, we're not done yet, darling." She trailed a finger over his lips, sending shivers through his body. "You made quite a mess, and it's only fair that you clean it up."

Harry's eyes widened as he realised her meaning. Emily was quick in positioning herself over Harry's face. He could see their combined fluids just about to drop out of the vixen's pussy.

"Be a good boy and clean me up,” she commanded and lowered herself onto his face.

Harry's heart raced as Emily lowered herself onto his face. He couldn't believe his luck. The musky scent of their combined arousal filled his nostrils as her wet folds pressed against his lips. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively extending his tongue, tasting their mingled essences.

Emily let out a soft moan of approval, her fingers tangling in his hair. "That's it," she purred. "Clean me up like a good boy."

Encouraged by her words, Harry grew bolder. His tongue delved deeper, lapping at her sensitive flesh. The tangy flavour of their mixed fluids coated his tongue as he explored every fold and crevice. Emily's hips began to rock gently against his face, grinding herself against his eager mouth.

"Oh god, yes," Emily gasped, her grip on his hair tightening. "Just like that."

Harry's tongue worked with gusto, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention to ensure he cleaned every last drop. He could feel her thighs trembling on either side of his head as she ground herself against his face. The taste of their combined fluids was intoxicating, a heady mixture of salt and musk that filled his senses.

Emily's breathing grew increasingly ragged as Harry's ministrations pushed her towards another peak. Her fingers tightened even more his hair, guiding his movements to where she needed him most. Harry revelled in the sounds of her pleasure, soft moans and gasps that echoed in the quiet room.

"Oh fuck, Harry," Emily panted, her hips moving more urgently against his face. "I'm so close again..."

She rocked her hips just as she had done with his cock inside her and shuddered to another violent orgasm.

Harry gasped for lungfuls of air when she finally climbed off of him and collapsed beside him on the bed. They were both a pile of sweat and panting deeply.

“Wow,” Emily eventually sighed. “I knew I was going to have my way with you, but I didn’t think it would be that good…” The blonde beauty trailed off as both of their breaths and heart rates attempted to return to normal.

Emily began to laugh, a cute yet maniacal laugh as she firmly spoke out, “I really can’t wait for what else I have in store for you over the coming year.”