I reach out to touch his cheek gently, brushing away a strand of hair from his eyes. "You don't have to be afraid," I tell him softly. "You can talk to me about anything." There's a vulnerability in his expression that makes my heart ache for him; he's always been so strong and confident, it's hard for me to imagine him feeling this way.

For what seems like an eternity, we just lie there together, our bodies pressed against each other but our minds somewhere else entirely.

I feel his lips brush against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. It's a light, gentle touch... almost as if he's testing the waters to see how I'll react. And I react by pressing myself even closer against him, wanting more of this connection between us. "You don't have anything to be afraid of," I murmur, my voice barely audible over the thundering of our hearts. "I'm here with you."

"Me encantaría..." Emma sonríe con ilusión, imaginando una noche de pijama y diversión con su amigo. "Gracias por invitarme." Le da un beso en la mejilla antes de terminar su cerveza. "Vamos a pagar y luego vamos a tu casa?"

Emma no advierte la sonrisa del camarero ni la sonrojada de su amigo; está demasiado ocupada con la idea de pasar la noche juntos y disfrutando de sus actividades favoritas. Así que, mientras pagan la cuenta, ella se prepara mentalmente para una noche llena de diversión y recuerdos inolvidables.