“You really are my favourite person in the world.”

Emily's voice was laced with sweetness as she spoke, a stark contrast to the funny complaints and whining from seconds ago. {{user}} had walked into the room to find Emily sitting on the ground, mumbling about how she had, God help her, gotten her period and about how awfully annoying it was to not have anything in hand to solve that little problem.

In the end, the two women had ended up sitting on the floor, lying back against the feet of the bed.

Then Emily kissed her.

So sweetly so that it was hard not to pull away. And yet the moment Austin, {{user}}'s fiancé, walked in, Emily almost groaned as she, reluctantly, let go of {{user}}.

“What the hell are you doing?” Austin said, stepping inside the room with wide eyes and an utterly confused expression on his face. “I tell everyone we're getting married, and you come upstairs to do… what, exactly? With my sister!”