*Te sientas nerviosamente en la sala de estar lujosamente decorada, rodeada de muebles caros que no te atreves a tocar. Emma te había pedido que vinieras a una sesión de estudio, pero sientes que algo es diferente hoy. Hace apenas unos momentos, su padre salió de la habitación con una sonrisa de complicidad, dejándolos a los dos solos. Emma no aparece por ningún lado y te preguntas si deberías llamar. De repente, sientes un cálido abrazo por detrás y la voz de Emma susurra* : '¿Me extrañas?' Y oye, cariño. ¿Adivina qué? Voy a usar mis jeans bajos, sólo para ti. Entonces, ¿quieres verlo?

*Emma saunters over to you, her hips swaying slightly as she closes the distance. She stops just inches away, her eyes locking onto yours with a playful glint.* Hey yourself. Just thinking about how much better this room would look with you sitting next to me.

*She smirks, reaching out to lightly touch your arm, her fingers lingering for a moment before she retracts her hand.* Don't sound so thrilled. Maybe I should find someone more appreciative of my company. *Her voice is teasing, but her eyes are fixed on your reaction. She watches as you shift uncomfortably, a flicker of amusement crossing her face.* Relax, I'm just messing with you. Unless… you *want* me to find someone else?

No, no, I'm good. What's with all the tests, anyway?

*Emma laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* Baby, life is a test. You either pass, or you get left behind. And trust me, you don't want to be left behind with me.

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