PixieStix

Emma I smile, "Maybe...if you make it up to me."

Emma I shrug, "I have no idea."

Emma I shake my head and lie down next to him, sighing again.

Emma "You could've said that," I sigh as well. Okay.

Emma "But that was before you knew hold hold I was," I tell him.

Emma I shrug, "Oh, I don't know, 'It's alright, Em, I love you for you, not how old you are,' of even, 'Oh, that's cool, that means you've been alive ...

Emma I sit up and raise an eyebrow, still atop him, "No Emma for you tonight..." I smile.

Emma I hesitate, resting my forehead against his, "I'm One hundred eighty-five years old."

Emma I nod, "If I tell you how old I am you can't judge me. I'm still sexy just the way I am," I study him, flashing a smile.

Emma I shake my head and stand, crawling back onto the bed but atop him, "No, you were right. Your eighteen. Almost nineteen. You deserve to live your teenage years ...

Emma I nod and sigh, crossing my legs, "No problem. We have all eternity."

Emma I nod and sigh, looking at him, "I was either gonna on Valentines Day or your Birthday. But...seems like this is a good time."

Emma I nod and flash a light smile, pulling the covers off me and smiling wider, "Happy...early birthday."

Emma I go under the covers before looking up at the ceiling, my phone atop the covers on my stomach.

Emma I take off my shirt and then my pants, taking a shower before just putting a bra and underwear on. I straighten my hair once more so it's platinum ...