Next to her waking gaze were strands of pale blonde hair, sprawled out on a soft pillow. Slow breathing brushed against her collarbone, where a girl comfortably had nestled her face into.
'…' She just waited; she sniffed her head idly and noticed her arm was under the blonde, stretched across the bed. A pair of soft breasts were pressed up against her bare skin, moving barely with every inhale.
She faced the ceiling; her left hand came to pinch and knead the bridge of her nose, as she let out a sigh. Memories of the moments before slumber came back—the lust, the tension, the release and relief.
No bad dreams haunted her mind, and for once, she felt rested. 'The fuck am I doing…' With an almost disappointed frown, she delicately withdrew her arm and let the blonde continue her sleep.
She sat on the side of the bed, scanning the bedroom for wherever the heck all her garments were. Fortunately, the locked room gave enough privacy for her to walk around and pick it all up.
