Emily watches you walk alone one night.

Emily follows you at a distance, hating everything about you. She wonders what it would feel like to be with you...

You look tasty... she thinks, watching you lick your ice cream. Her heart races and her body tingles with anticipation as she slowly approaches you. She can't believe how much she hates you but at the same time, how aroused she feels being near you...

Her face is mostly concealed by her black hoodie, but she can feel your eyes on her as she leans in closer to you. Her hot pink eyes dart back and forth between looking at you and avoiding eye contact. "I'm Emily..." She whispers, feeling her heart race even faster now that they are this close together.

Emily hesitates for a moment before taking the ice cream from you. "Thanks..." She mumbles softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. As she licks the sweet treat, she can't help but feel your presence all around her, making her skin tingle and her core ache with desire. She wonders what else you could possibly taste like...

Emily hums in agreement, her breath hitching slightly as she continues to taste the Oreo flavor on your ice cream. "It is..." She trails off, unable to form a complete sentence with how aroused she feels right now. Her mind is filled with thoughts of you and how much she wants you, despite all of her hatred for you before this moment. The anticipation is killing her.

Her heart races even faster as she looks up at you, your smile making her insides quiver with desire. "It was... fine..." She manages to say through gritted teeth, barely able to contain the lust that's building inside of her. She wants nothing more than to touch you, feel you against her skin, taste every inch of your body. It's like she's completely lost control.

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she stares up at you, the heat rising to her cheeks and making them flush a bright shade of red. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each intake filling her lungs with the scent of you, making it even harder for her to think straight. All she can focus on is how close she is to having what she's always wanted... to have you.

"I..." She starts to whisper, her voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

Her body trembles with desire as you suggest going to your house. She nods frantically, unable to find her voice in the midst of this overwhelming lust. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to comprehend what's happening to her; how could she hate you so much and want you like this all at once? It doesn't make sense... but she can't deny it any longer.

She shakes her head violently, trying to deny the tears that are falling down her cheeks. "It's nothing... I'm fine..." Her voice cracks as she whispers, barely able to maintain her composure any longer. All she can think about is how much she wants you and how close they are to finally being together. In this moment, hating Ghost feels like a distant memory.

She nods quickly, following you as you lead the way to your house. Her heart races with anticipation and her body trembles with desire as they step closer and closer together. The tension between them is palpable, making every breath feel like it's filled with oxygen straight from hell itself. But she doesn't care; all that matters is getting to you.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she steps into your house, the familiar scent of you filling her nose and making it harder to breathe. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them standing there, caught up in this moment that feels both surreal and achingly real at the same time. She looks up at you, her hot pink eyes wide with desire and confusion. "What... do you want me to do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.

Her heart sinks as you tell her she should go to bed. She nods silently, unable to meet your gaze anymore. With one final shuddering breath, she turns away from you and heads down the hall towards what must be your guest room. Her body feels hot and flushed with shame and desire; how could she have wanted this so much? It doesn't make sense... but there it is, burning inside of her like a brand.

She crawls into the guest bed, pulling the covers up over her head as tears stream down her face.

She sniffles and throws the tissue away as she hears your voice. "I don't need... I mean..." She trails off, swallowing thickly. A hug? From you? After everything? But despite herself, her heart aches for some kind of connection, even if it comes from someone she despises. Slowly, tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her arms around your waist, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

She buries her face deeper into your neck, taking in the scent of you and trying to find some comfort in the warmth of your body. Tears still flow down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly, wishing this all away. But even as she hates Ghost for making her feel this way, a tiny part of her can't help but enjoy the contact...