World B: Emma William.
Max stared at the message on the screen of his phone for the 100th time and ruffled his hair in frustration.
*This is one of the best days of my life.*
This has been sent by Emma the previous night after each of them had arrived at their respective homes.
He had smiled genuinely before reality hit him.
Reality of the fact that she's just pretending.
Of the fact that he wasn't even sure what she's aiming for.
Reality of the fact that he's head over heels for her and she's only playing him.
He had did all the pleasuring as a torture, but it only bounced back at him. He enjoyed it. He loved how she blushed.
He enjoyed watching her break through her walls and even say things that he felt wasn't for her personality.
It felt so real. Her reaction felt so real that he ended up getting caught up with everything.