Oh yes

Allie didn't care about the guilt, the consequences, or what would happen to Elena’s life when this was over. All she cared about was the intoxicating thrill of having Julian completely under her spell. She pushed the chrome helmet's processor to stay locked into maximum sync, completely ignoring the warning lights blinking on the side of the device back in her own bedroom.

For the next two hours, Allie continued the conversation, sharing thoughts and laughter under the ambient lights of the lounge. Since they were both 19 years old, the conversation shifted toward much more mature topics regarding their aspirations and the complexities of their lives. Allie shared many of her own perspectives through Elena, while Julian listened intently, intrigued by the sudden change in her personality and her newfound confidence.

By the time midnight rolled around, Julian seemed completely captivated by the conversation.

"Let's get out of here," Elena suggested. "My parents are out of town for the weekend. Let's go back to my place where we can actually talk about everything in private."

Julian agreed, and they drove back to Elena's apartment. Allie navigated Elena's body up the stairs and into the bedroom, closing the door so they could continue their discussion without interruption.

The room was dimly lit by the desk lamp Allie had left on earlier. On the desk, Elena's private diary still sat wide open, a silent reminder of the person whose life was being temporarily occupied.

Elena sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Julian as Allie prepared to navigate the next phase of their interaction, weighing the impact of her choices on the simulation and the real people involved.

A sharp, heavy knock shattered the quiet atmosphere of the room. Julian instantly jumped, pulling his hand back as his cheeks turned a bright pink.

"Elena? Are you in there?" Leo’s voice called out from the hallway, sounding tightly wound, anxious, and deeply suspicious. "Open up. I know you're back. I need to talk to you right now about the missing equipment from my bag. Did you find it?"

Back in her own dark bedroom, Allie’s heart skipped a beat under the heavy chrome helmet. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead. The Neural Sync link spiked with high-tension adrenaline, vibrating the sensory feedback straight into her brain. Leo was right outside the door, and he was hunting for the very helmet she was currently wearing to pilot his sister.

If Leo busted in and saw Elena acting strangely, or if he forced his way into the room and noticed the open diary on the desk, the entire simulation could blow up in her face.

"Keep it together, Allie. Just use her voice. He can't prove a thing," she muttered to herself, gripping her bedroom sheets while managing Elena's body.

Elena smoothly stood up from the bed, her emerald silk dress catching the amber light of the lamp. She didn't stumble. Allie forced her to walk directly to the locked door, leaning her shoulder casually against the frame without opening it, perfectly projecting an annoyed, interrupted older sister vibe.

"Leo, go away!" Elena snapped through the wood, her voice sounding completely natural, sharp, and laced with Allie’s teasing malice. "I told you at dinner, I don't know anything about your stupid missing stuff! I'm in the middle of a private conversation with Julian right now, so stop pounding on my door like a psycho and leave us alone!"

There was a tense, agonizing silence from the hallway. Allie could hear Leo’s heavy breathing through Elena's ears. He stood there for several long seconds, clearly trying to decide if he should force the issue or back down.

Finally, a frustrated groan echoed through the wood. "Fine! But if I find out you're hiding something, El, you're dead," Leo muttered, his footsteps finally fading away down the hall.

Allie let out a breathless laugh through Elena's lips, turning back to Julian with a devastatingly confident, playful wink. "Sorry about that. Little brothers are so exhausting, aren't they?"

Elena’s fingers curled around Julian’s with deliberate warmth, her thumb stroking slow circles over his knuckles as Allie guided the motion. The moonlight painted silver lines across the emerald silk stretched over Elena’s thighs, the fabric shifting as she crossed one leg over the other and let the hem ride higher.

"We were talking about how long you’ve been staring at me in class," Elena murmured, her voice low and velvet-smooth. She leaned in until her breath ghosted over Julian’s jaw. "Every time you thought I wasn’t looking, I felt your eyes on me. On my legs. On my mouth."

Julian’s grip tightened reflexively. His free hand hovered near her waist, uncertain, until Elena caught it and pressed his palm flat against the curve of her hip. The silk slid beneath his fingers like liquid.

"You don’t have to be shy anymore," she continued, tilting her head so her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "I’m right here. And I want you to touch."

She guided his hand upward, letting his fingertips trace the side of her breast through the thin fabric. Her nipple tightened instantly, a visible peak beneath the silk. Allie savored the rush of sensation, the way Julian’s breath hitched and his cock twitched visibly against the front of his jeans.

"See?" Elena whispered, pressing forward until her chest met his. "I’m not the shy girl you thought I was. Not tonight."

Her free hand slid down between them, palm cupping the hard line of his erection through denim. She gave a slow, firm squeeze, feeling him throb beneath her touch.

"Tell me what you want to do to me, Julian," she breathed, lips grazing his neck. "Because I’m going to let you do all of it."