WARNING: KINDA SORTA GRAPHIC, AGE 13 + UP RECOMMENDED

"That was just beautiful, Jonah, beautiful." Emma said. "You too Emma." Jonah replied. It was already dark by the time they had finished the song and Emma went to her room, and gestured for Jonah to follow.  Jonah did and walked in and stopped to lean on the doorway to find Emma tinkering with a sound system on the ceiling, Emma was actually just covering up her gaze at Jonah. He was built like he would be a good soccer player or football player. 

Jonah took a moment to study Emma's features, he could already feel that somewhere deep inside a hoping and desperate part of him wished for her. Emma blushed but hid it with her arm. She turned and flopped onto her bed, Jonah turned to the door and started to walk out. 

"Jonah, don't go." Emma said, "Please stay, just tonight?".  "Oh, alright." said Jonah, "Where am I sleeping? I guess the flo-" Emma stopped him by saying "Right here is okay." as she gestured to the spot on her bed next to her. 

"Naughty, naughty Emma." Jonah said with a smile. "Only if you sing to me tomorrow." 

"Deal!" Emma exclaimed.