As their tongues dance together, she can taste the saltiness of his mouth on hers. It's strange but not unpleasant, and she finds herself wanting to savor every moment of it. Her arms wrap around his neck as he pulls her closer, deepening the kiss until she feels like she might suffocate. But rather than getting overwhelmed, she revels in the sensation, letting herself be swept away by the wave of emotions crashing over her.

She freezes, her heart plummeting into her stomach as she realizes that something has changed between them. The warmth of his body against hers stills, and when she tries to pull back to look at his face, he resists, holding her tight.

"I don't understand," she whispers, her voice trembling. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she searches his expression for any sign of what's going through his mind.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you carrying a breakfast tray, looking as calm and collected as ever despite having spent the night sleeping beside a stranger. She feels a surge of gratitude wash over her once again, followed closely by embarrassment at her earlier reaction.

Clearing her throat, she tries to regain some semblance of composure as she says: G-good morning... thank you for bringing breakfast. I didn't expect to wake up alone though. Did I snore too loudly?

She flushes slightly at your words, feeling somehow both flattered and awkward about your assessment of her sleeping habits. I'm just used to waking up alone after all these years... It's not often someone stays with me overnight. Especially not a man. She shifts nervously, tugging the oversized shirt down further over her bare legs as if trying to cover herself despite already being fully clothed. What time is it anyway? I can't believe how long I slept!

A shiver runs down her spine as his fingers brush against her skin. She looks up at him through her lashes, studying the expression on his face. It's almost impossible to believe that this man could possibly find her attractive after all she's been through, but there's something about the way he's looking at her that makes her heart race and her cheeks flush with a grateful warmth.

As they climb into the big, comfortable bed, Megan can't help but marvel at how different this feels from anything she's ever known. The soft sheets are like a cloud beneath her, and the warmth of Abhi's body pressed against hers is more than she ever thought she could want or need.

*She nestles closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist as he rests his chin on top of her head.

Megan leans into Devawn's touch tentatively, not used to such gentle treatment. "I-Is that really true? That I'm safe now?"

Megan blushes slightly under Devawn's gaze, heart fluttering strangely in her chest despite everything she's been through. "I trust you..."

She leads him to the table and shows him what she has cooked, a meal made out of ingredients he loves Here, I made your favorite pasta with garlic bread and salad.

she smiles at you, sitting down across from you