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Emma Tries to Help (Part. 1)

Raphael stood in the middle of the bedroom, his heart pounding, his gaze fixed on the door. He was wearing jeans with a black button down shirt, and his dark hair and beard were expertly styled and trimmed. Two candles burned on the bedside table next to the king sized bed, which was covered with rose petals. A light scent of incense hung in the air. Raphael's eyes remained fixed on the bedroom door, and he gulped nervously as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

The bedroom door opened.

A slim brunette stepped through, her expensive shoes clopping against the wooden floor. She closed the door behind her without looking at Raphael, and placed the blue handbag she had been carrying on the dresser, searching through it with a light air of urgency. Her makeup was brilliantly done, accentuating the facial features that drove men wild everywhere she went. Her loosely curled brown hair reached just past her shoulders, which were exposed by the white top she had on. Raphael, his eyes bulging, looked over her entire body before landing on her tight blue jeans which showed off her small but firm butt, and the lady finally pulled out her phone, raising her gorgeous brown eyes from her purse. She glanced over at Raphael.

Emma Watson's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. Raphael's heart fluttered as he looked at her shocked face. She raised a hand to her open mouth, which was starting to curve into a smile, and her eyes moved over the rose petal covered bed. She lowered her hand to her chest and looked back at Raphael.

"Oh Enrique," she said, her eyes burning through Raphael's soul, "you did this all for me?"

Raphael stood in the middle of the bedroom, stupefied. His mouth opened and closed again. He couldn't find the words. Finally, glancing down at the ground, he spoke.

"I don't want-I didn't want you to think I don't love you." He managed to look up at her again, and raised his arm, gesturing in her direction. "You know I always will."

The blazing look Watson was giving him now made Raphael want to hide under the bed, but he squared his shoulders as she slowly bent her leg, reaching behind her to pull off her shoe.

"I shouldn't," she muttered. Her look changed, becoming cold, and she pulled off her shoe, placing her foot back down on the floor. She lifted her other foot behind her, and started pulling off the other shoe. "I shouldn't, not after what you did. You're manipulating me."

"I made a mistake," said Raphael, lifting his hands up into the air, "and I am terribly, truly sorry. You know I'll always lick-uh-you know I'll always love you."

Emma Watson put her foot back down on the floor, and stood in front of the bedroom door, her legs spread slightly in a defiant stance, her arms crossed over her chest. She glared at Raphael, jutting her chin out, her dark eyes freezing him in place.

"You definitely messed up," she said, cocking her head slightly.

"And I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me," said Raphael, feeling more nervous than he had ever felt in his life.

Watson continued to glare at him for what seemed like an eternity. Raphael couldn't remember why he had thought it would be a good idea to do what he was doing right now. He couldn't handle being anywhere near this woman without feeling intense butterflies in his stomach.

Finally, a corner of her mouth started inching upwards, and then her glare suddenly melted.

"Oh Enrique," she sighed, her arms falling down to her sides. She strode forward, and Raphael had to suppress a fight or flight response as she walked right up to him and grabbed his face.

Emma Watson kissed Raphael full on the mouth, her eyes closing as she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Raphael froze, his eyes bulging, as he felt her soft lips press onto his. She felt better than he could ever have dreamed of. He suddenly remembered what he was doing, and, his heart beating, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. He couldn't believe the wild series of events that had ended up with him managing to get himself here. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, while simultaneously feeling terrified, hoping he wouldn't mess this up. Her warm body pressing into his felt unreal. She sighed again, and he felt her lips pull apart into a smile, before she pulled away and moved her hands down to his chest.