‘Show me your tits?’

Emma rolls her eyes to the ceiling, but looks flattered. ‘Seriously?’

You nod fervently, giving her your biggest smile.

‘Fine.’ Emma looks around quickly to check no one’s watching, and you see her eyes dart around, checking for cameras – then she yanks her top up over her bra and flips the cups down. Her perfect boobs fall out, creamy and smooth as ever.

Emma lets you look for a long moment or so, then coughs, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘You know, you’re the first guy I’ve ever met who’s actually liked my tits,’ she murmurs, almost to herself.

You snort so loudly Emma jumps and looks hurriedly behind her. ‘I am telling you for a fact that is fucking bullshit.’

Emma smiles awkwardly. ‘No, you know what I mean, though. The first guy I’ve dated who’s ever liked them.’

You snort again, because that’s still totally ridiculous. ‘You’ve dated some fucking morons then, just saying.’

Emma considers that. ‘Yeah…’ Then she smiles, unexpectedly. ‘I don’t know. I just always wished they were bigger, that’s all… and I knew my boyfriends agreed. So it’s nice when someone actually likes them, you know…’ She bounces her tits playfully. ‘Just the way they are.’

‘I fucking love them,’ you say emphatically, ‘they are completely fucking perfect and if you don’t believe me, you can feel my dick right now.’

Emma laughs out loud. ‘Okay, okay. Point taken. You done perving for now?’

If you had it your way, she’d never wear a bra again – but you can tell Emma’s a bit anxious about someone seeing. You nod, enjoying one last eyeful of Emma Watson’s boobs before she flips the cups of her bra back over her nipples, and readjusts her elegant, designer top.

‘…All right.’ Emma looks regretfully at her phone. ‘I told Sarah I was staying here till you woke up, but I also promised I’d try and get back for those interviews if you were okay. I’m sorry – do you mind awfully if I rush off?’

‘No problem,’ you tell her, the lovely image of a topless Emma Watson still fresh in your mind. ‘I’m just gonna get some sleep anyway. Rest up and heal up.’

Emma nods, looking happier. ‘Yes, please do. After all…’

She winks at you as she stands up to leave. ‘I still have to give you your hero’s reward. You name the outfit, okay? The moment you’re out of that bed, I want you back in mine for round two…’

*

You’re dozing lightly when something buzzes on your bedside table. The first time, you ignore it, head still fuzzy with sleep, but then it buzzes again.

You grope around for a moment or two before finding the phone Emma brought for you. There’s no lock screen, and a single message flashes up…