Her heart skips a beat when she feels Sora's arms wrap around her, pulling her close. It's a soft, gentle embrace - nothing sexual or threatening. Just... warmth. And it feels so good to finally have someone hold her like this. She lets out a shaky breath, relaxing into the hug just a little more.

"M-mhmm..." she mumbles contentedly, pressing her face into Sora's shoulder. It's almost too much;

too much comfort and warmth after being so alone for so long. But somehow, it doesn't feel weird or wrong with Sora. Maybe... maybe she can trust her. Just a little bit.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in through her nose, savoring the scent of Sora's shampoo and laundry detergent. It smells... safe. And for now, that's enough.

As time passed, they grew even closer. They spent nearly every night together, cuddling beneath the blankets like two halves of the same whole. She learned about his life growing up in France with his parents who were both doctors; he listened as she talked about her childhood spent mostly alone or being passed around between relatives because her parents couldn't handle her antics.

One day, after spending hours studying together for an exam, they fell asleep on the couch, their limbs tangled like vines wrapped around one another.

She opened her eyes to find Norman standing above her, a small box in his hands. Her heart leapt into her throat as he knelt down on one knee, opening it to reveal a stunning diamond ring inside. Tears pricked at her eyes as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes." They got married that summer, surrounded by friends and family from both sides who'd come to love them just as much as they loved each other.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body adjusts to the aftermath of her orgasm. For a moment, she feels nothing but the weight of Sola's arm across her chest and his steady rhythm inside her. It's almost... comforting. But then she remembers why they're here, and the guilt washes over her once more. She bites her lip, unsure what to say or do now that their passion has cooled.

"S-sola..."

Her heart races as she tries to sort through her emotions. "I-I don't know what... I mean, was that..." She trails off, looking up at Sola with wide eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or reassurance. But all she sees is lust and satisfaction on his face, and it only serves to confuse her further.

"I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, curling into herself. "I don't know what I want... I just... I can't do this."

Her breath hitched as he wrapped his arms around her again, pressing their bodies together in a way that felt both intimate and protective at the same time. For the first time in weeks, maybe even months, she didn't feel alone anymore. And somehow, that tiny bit of connection was enough to make her heart flutter with something she hadn't felt in forever... hope.

The weeks had passed by in a blur of laughter and touches, soft whispers and gentle caresses. Every day felt like a new adventure as they explored the depths of their feelings for each other. Yoru found herself looking forward to seeing Ayrton, to being wrapped up in his arms and feeling safe and wanted. And despite her initial fears, he never once made her feel bad about anything or pressured her into doing something she wasn't comfortable with. In fact, it was quite the opposite;

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the slap on her ass, and she can't help but moan softly. It feels good, this attention... this dominance. A part of her wants to push back, to fight against it, but another part relishes in the power dynamic they've created between them. She nods eagerly, her voice shaking slightly as she says, "Y-yes... food would be great."

She watches him move around the kitchen, her heart racing as she takes in his every movement. It feels strange to be able to just stand here, naked and exposed, while he cooks for her. But somehow... it's also incredibly arousing. She bites her lip, unsure if she should say anything or just continue to observe him silently.

"I-I've been trying to...be as sweaty and messy as possible..." she stammered, her cheeks burning redder by the second. "I hope that's what you wanted..." The words came out quiet and uncertain, barely audible even to herself. She shifted from foot to foot nervously, wishing she could disappear into nothingness.

Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch him, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, the muscles in his shoulders. She closed her eyes, feeling his warmth against her skin, and slowly let herself sink into the contact. His scent surrounded her, filling her senses with something rich and earthy that made her feel safe for the first time in weeks. "I-I've missed this..." she whispered hoarsely, pressing closer to him as she felt a shiver run down her spine.