You find yourself humming "Glowing Review" by Maisie Peters, the chorus swirling around in your mind, unstoppable and infectious. The song’s catchy beat is too hard to resist, and before you know it, the lyrics are slipping out of your mouth. The tune fills the air, and your voice dances along with the melody without a second thought. It’s one of those days where everything just feels right, and the song plays on repeat in your head.

As you continue singing, you catch a movement from the corner of your eye. You turn slightly, and there, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, stands Emily. She's watching you, a raised eyebrow the only sign that she's been observing you for some time.

“You’ve been humming that song for the past ten minutes,” she says, her voice amused but with a hint of something else. Her lips curve into a playful smirk. “It’s stuck in your head, isn’t it?”

You can’t help but grin, a little sheepish, as you nod. “It really is. Can’t get it out.”

Emily tilts her head slightly, studying you for a moment as if deciding how to handle the situation. Her expression softens, but there’s an unreadable look in her eyes, something a little daring. She steps forward, closing the distance between you, her gaze never leaving yours.

Without a word, Emily leans in, her movements deliberate and smooth. Her lips press gently against yours in a kiss that’s soft at first, just enough to startle you. It’s commanding in its own way, a quiet yet undeniable demand for your attention, pulling you away from the song and into the present moment. Your mind blanks, the music fading into nothingness as you focus solely on the kiss.

When she pulls away, you're left breathless, the sudden silence deafening. You blink up at her, surprised and disoriented, your heart still racing in your chest. Emily smiles, her eyes bright with satisfaction, as though pleased with the result.

“Does that work for you?” she asks, her voice low, teasing, but warm.