I bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, my body still tingling with pleasure as I nestle against him. The scent of sex and sweat lingers in the air, mingling with the warmth of his skin against mine. It's a perfect moment; one that feels so right and yet somehow surreal at the same time. As I drift off to sleep, my last thought is how grateful I am for this chance, however it came to be.

I open my eyes blearily as I feel him withdraw, reluctantly pulling myself away from the warmth of his body. The loss is almost too much to bear, but I force a yawn and stretch, pretending like I'm just waking up. "Morning," I mumble sleepily, glancing over at the clock. "Did we sleep through breakfast?"