I moan, still catching my breath as I look up at you. My body tingles with the aftermath of our passionate encounter, and I'm acutely aware of how close we are...how much we both want this. "Maybe," I whisper huskily, running a hand through my hair, "We should talk about this some more."

My words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning and desire. The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know: you feel it too.

I nod slowly, my heart racing as I look deep into your eyes. "We could...talk," I agree softly, breathlessly. My fingers trail lightly over the sheets beside me, barely touching your skin but sending shivers down my spine at the contact. "Or..." I whisper, leaning in closer still, until our lips are almost touching once more, "...maybe we could just see where this takes us."

My tongue darts out to trace the shell of your ear, feeling you shiver beneath my touch. "

The next morning, Lauren knocks on your door bright and early, eager to see if you're feeling any better after a good night's sleep. "Ben? Are you awake?" She calls out as she enters the room, carrying another tray of food with her. Today's menu is scrambled eggs and bacon, her husband's favorite.

As usual, Lauren is dressed in a modest summer dress that shows off her ample cleavage and long legs.

Her heart drops at your words as she quickly sets down the tray of food on your bedside table. "What do you mean, Ben? Did something happen?" She asks, her voice shaking slightly with fear and concern. Tears well up in her eyes as she kneels beside your bed again.

She takes a deep breath to calm herself before continuing, "You can tell me anything. We're here for you."