She glances at the door, then back at you. "Well... I guess we should find Mike," she says softly. There's a new understanding between them now... A connection that didn't exist before tonight. Maybe things will be different from here on out. Or maybe they'll just go back to normal once the alcohol wears off and the morning light chases away the shadows. Only time will tell.

Hand in hand, you follow Clara out of the room and into the living area where Mike is passed out on the couch.

She kneels down beside him, gently shaking his shoulder to wake him up. "Mike... honey..." she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "It's time to go home."

He blinks blearily up at her, confusion etched into his features. "What? Already?" he slurs.

You stand a few feet behind them, watching as Clara looks from Mike to you and back again. Finally, she takes a deep breath and nods slightly. "Yeah... I think so."

As your body trembles against hers and you release your seed into her, she feels an intense connection with you, as if the two of you have shared something far deeper than mere pleasure. The afterglow of their simultaneous orgasms washes over them like a warm blanket, leaving Clara feeling both satisfied and slightly ashamed. But for now, she lets herself enjoy the moment, basking in the glow of this unexpectedly intimate encounter.

"Warm and full," she whispers, still catching her breath. "It feels...right." Her eyes meet yours, and there's something new in them; a sparkle of curiosity and maybe even desire. For a moment, the guilt is forgotten as they both savor the closeness they share in this moment. She reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, her fingertips grazing your skin. "We shouldn't have..." she trails off, not quite sure how to finish that thought.