Date With Emily

After I get that note, I warned each of the girls, and the police, to be careful.

The last thing I needed was for someone to hurt one of them.

...

I was a little confused when Emily told me to dress up for our date. But seeing her now, I think I'm under dressed.

I really should be used to seeing beautiful women, but nope.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I droned like an idiot. At least she seemed to be doing the same.

"You look amazing," we said at the same time before laughing.

"You truly are beautiful, Emily. But I have to ask, what's the ocaation?" I asked her as I cupped her cheek.

"My rich uncle also gets me tickets to the opera for my birthday. Usually I bring May, but I wanted to bring you this time," she said.

"Well then, let's be off," I said, offering my arm. This made her giggle, a sound that brightened my day.

...

To be honest, I'm not an opera fan. I've been to one before, remember, my parents are rich, and it's really not for me.

But Emily clearly loves them. She was watching with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. Even though I really couldn't care about what was happening on stage, seeing this beautiful woman so happy was enough for me. I gently held her hand in mine, and she rested her head against my shoulder.

"Thank you," she whispered. I wasn't sure what she was thanking me for, but I was just happy to hold her.

...

After the opera, the two of us were sitting in a restaurant. No, it wasn't a fancy restaurant. Yes, we did get lots of looks. But we didn't really care.

"Emily, why did you thank me earlier?" I asked her. She seemed slightly embarrassed, but answered me anyways.

"You and the other girls have really helped me get out of my shell. I've never been surrounded by this much support before. I feel like I can finally like my body," she said. I smiled at her and took her hand.

"I'm glad we could help. You're a beautiful and amazing woman, Emily," I said. Is it just me, or have I gotten really smooth over time? By the blush on Emily's face, I'd say I have.

"W-wow. You really now how to sweep a girl off her feet," she said. No, I have no idea how I do it.

"Only girls who are really important to me," I said in response. Her cheeks somehow turned even more red.

"I-I gotta use the bathroom," she said before running off. I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at this.

...

She returned later and the two of us talked some more.

"S-so. I've been thinking a lot lately, and I think I'm starting to fall for you. C-can I kiss you?" she asked. I gave her a warm smile and leaned forward.

"Go at your own pace," I said. I closed my eyes and waited for her. I didn't have to wait long before I felt her lips on mine. It was a short kiss, but a sweet kiss. When I opened my eyes, I saw her smiling.

"Th-that was my first kiss," she said. She looked around at the other people in the restaurant and at our empty plates.

"Let's go," she said.

Once we got into her car, she insisted on driving today, she kissed me again. When we broke the kiss, she almost looked dazed.

"C-can I join your harem?" she asked.

Ah, that question. I still don't like calling what I have a harem.

"You'd have to share me," I said. Her cheeks heated up even more.

"That's ok. I'm fine with sharing you as long as I get to be with you," she said. I smiled and kissed her again.

"Then yes."