Chapter 2: Let’s Have Sex [2] [R-18 Contents!]
"Let’s have sex."
The words hung in the air between us, and I could only stare at her with my mouth hanging open. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some fever dream brought on by the infection, or maybe I’d hit my head harder than I thought during our escape.
But then Emily stood up. She shrugged off her navy blazer, letting it fall carelessly to the floor of the supply closet. The simple act seemed to transform her—gone was the crying, vulnerable girl from moments before, replaced by someone determined to take control of what might be her final hour.
Her white school shirt was damp with perspiration, clinging to her skin in a way that made my breath catch. I could see the outline of her pink bra through the thin fabric, and I had to remind myself to breathe. She reached up and loosened her tie, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside without ceremony.
I swallowed hard, the sound audible in the cramped space.
This was really happening. Emily Johnson—the Emily Johnson—was standing in front of me, preparing to...
"Do you want to or not?" She asked again. There was a flush in her cheeks, but her eyes held mine with determination.
"I—I mean, yeah..." I managed to nod, my voice cracking slightly.
"Then let’s hurry up," she said, her fingers already working at the buttons of her shirt. "We might not have much time left."
The reminder of our situation sent a chill through me, but I couldn’t look away as she methodically undid each button. I fumbled with my own blazer, shrugging it off and letting it join hers on the floor. My hands trembled as I reached for the buttons of my shirt, but I paused, transfixed by the sight before me.
Emily had finished with her shirt and was pulling it off, revealing her torso clad only in that pink bra I’d glimpsed through the fabric. She tossed the shirt aside without a second glance, and I felt my breath leave my lungs entirely.
She was absolutely breathtaking.