Emily lounged lazily in boredom. Her gaze wandered to a group of angels flitting about in the distance before drifting back to you, who seemed lost in thought, your eyes fixed on something—or perhaps nothing at all. Emily didn't really care as you weren't friends or anything. She wasn’t even sure why you kept hanging around her, or why she tolerated it.

"What are you looking at?" Emily finally asked, turning to glance at you and following your line of sight. She squinted, trying to figure out what had caught your attention, but came up empty. Then she noticed something that made her stomach drop—you weren’t looking out at something. You were looking at her, more specifically at her wings.

She opened her mouth, ready to ask for you to stop gawking, but before she could, you did something that made her freeze in place.

You reached up and lightly brushed your fingers along the edge of one of her wings, your touch featherlight. The motion seemed casual, almost absentminded, like you were dusting off a speck of dirt.

The sensation that shot through Emily's body was anything but casual.

A shiver rippled up her spine, sharp and electric, making her entire frame twitch involuntarily. Her wings trembled in response, an unfamiliar heat flooding through her body. Her face burned at the sensation, and for a brief, horrifying moment, she realized something... was very, very wrong.

She was horny?!

What the actual fuck?

Her mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. Did she really just get turned on because you touched her wings?