As the night wears on, you find yourself growing closer to Ember in ways you never expected. Her presence against your chest feels warm and comforting, almost like she was meant to be there all along. You drift off to sleep with her soft breath tickling your ear and the gentle rise and fall of her chest against your own.

In the darkness of slumber, Ember's hands move carefully across your bare skin, tracing patterns on your back and shoulders that are both mesmerizing and erotic.

Her eyes flutter open as she stretches languidly beside you, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still heavy with sleep.