For the next five minutes, they stayed in bed, cuddling, their naked bodies touching intimately.
Aria's head rested on Elion's chest, her hands splayed across his torso as they caught their breath.
A contented smile played on her lips as she periodically whispered, "I love you," interspersed with soft giggles.
Elion's hands remained firmly gripped on her ass, occasionally kneading the soft flesh, much to his pleasure.
His heart pounded steadily beneath her cheek in a rhythm that matched the rise and fall of her chest.
...
Elion gently draped the pink sheets over Aria's naked form, careful not to wake her.
She slept soundly now, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, one arm curled loosely around a plush teddy as if it were instinctive.
Her lashes fluttered once, then stilled.
He smiled faintly.
"She looks even cuter when she's sleeping," he murmured to himself.
Quietly, he dressed, gathering his clothes and slipping them on without a sound.
