The next morning, Gwendolyn floated out of his body.
"What a nice slee-" She paused as she looked down with horror written on her ghostly face.
Azel and Stella were currently sleeping together however his face rested in between her breasts and she placed a hand to the back of his head. To her, it looked as if she had suffocated him to sleep with her breasts. She floated over to Azel and took hold of his hair.
"Idiot... Idiot... Idiot." She yelped out as she dragged him back.
The strands pulled taut and his head tilted backward from the force. Azel rolled over and blinked as he gradually started waking up.
"Where am I...?" He wondered as he sat up, it looked like his room and then he yawned and looked at Stella.
She was just waking up as well, her hair was a bit disheveled and the black nightgown had ridden up during the night, exposing more of her thighs which were amazing.
"Good morning Stella."
