Melancholic Charm

Emily Willows longs for passion, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones. If only her oblivious, dreaming neighbour can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth to show her the greatest pleasure of being alive and breathing, and moaning beneath his- But no, he would not. He could not. He would not even want to. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever. And life as Emily knows was already over when the fates showed her the blandest stars in the already sinking cargo of her unrequited love-life by producing the gorgeous product of her gender, as opposed to her own mediocre tomboy self, the one who’d bring shame to even the finest cream of the their species standing beside her. Lara Williams. It was hard to pretend not to predict what happened after she crossed paths with Edward and yet even harder to pretend that the man of hot blood, desires and virility such as him would not succumb to her charms, and even go as far as to fall in love with her. While it was no secret Emily would rather run away than to stay by Edward’s side as a supportive friend as he sees her to be, or rather expects her to be, it becomes extremely challenging for her when he provides her to bear the responsibility of their friendship by asking her the biggest favour he could ever ask, even at the cost of their bond. The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own. The one she was sure to lose herself to. The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to. But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the way. Oh, damnit, all to hell. ----------- Mature scenes ahead. 16+