JUDY’S POV
Afterwards, with the warmth of the moment still lingering between us, hunger slowly began to take over. Our bodies were exhausted but in desperate need of nourishment. With a shared glance and a quiet chuckle, we pulled ourselves out of bed and made our way to the kitchen, the cool morning air brushing against our skin as we moved.
Fortunately, my parents had left for a trip, which spared us from any awkward encounters or explanations. The house felt unusually quiet, the usual background noise of my family missing, leaving just the soft sound of our footsteps against the wooden floor.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief—this was a rare moment of complete privacy, where we didn’t have to worry about interruptions.
As I stepped into the kitchen, I instinctively reached
