“Oh no, you’re more likely to be standing beside the boys, going in for the kill. I’m not sure that’s the kind of princess they expected.”
“Yeah, fair enough. I do love the feeling of wrapping my finger around a hard—” Emmie’s eyebrow quirks in amusement. “Gun, Emmie. I’m talking about a gun.”
“Of course you are. You’re in no fit state to be talking about wrapping your hand around anything else.” She winks.
“Don’t,” I beg. Images of Theo, Alex and Nico with their hardness in their hands that night in the basement come back to me.
Pushing all of that aside, I look at Emmie.
“W-what?” she asks nervously.
“Would you be able to do something for me? Something… big?”
“If you agree to keep my MC secret. Name it.”