I woke up to the sun’s rays slipping through the curtains, warming my skin until my eyes fluttered open. For a moment, I felt disoriented, caught between dream and reality, but then I realized my body was pressed against a familiar warmth, a scent I had already come to recognize in such a short time. Turning my head, I found myself staring at his sleeping face.
The first thought that crossed my mind was, how did I even fall asleep? The last thing I remembered was being completely consumed by him, over and over again until exhaustion claimed me. I must have passed out somewhere in between his touches and my moans. A small smile tugged at my lips. I never imagined that being in his arms could feel this comforting.
And yet, another thought unsettled me. Was this just a fling? Did I want it
