Chapter 209. Changing Impressions (The Amnesiac)

Hmmm...?

Your nose fills with the unfamiliar scent of a new place. Your eyes drowsily pull open, taking in the dimly lit room around you. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

A smile grows on your face as the memories of last night's experience gently come back to you.

I can't believe that actually happened. I'll have to ask Imane to see that video...

You look down, realizing for the first time that you were completely alone in the twin bed.

I guess they're already up. We got to bed so late last night, I feel like I barely slept a wink...

You look around you, catching your bearings. You spot your phone on the nightstand, and you reach for it, stretching your body out until your fingers grasp the device.

You roll back into bed with a sigh, and hold your phone above your face, scanning your eyes over the top notifications.

hey cutie :)

i didnt wake you up because you looked soooo cute sleeping in my bed

you should do it more often ;)))))

oh this is imane btw

You shake your head in amusement as you save her contact on your phone.

She's not the type to be subtle about what she wants. I can respect that...

You scroll down to her following texts and read them through.

sydney and i are downstairs with tina and celine

have you met celiny yet?

she's really cute youre gonna love her

Your heart twists into a knot in your chest, and your grin is quickly weighed down into a frown.

Celine... I need to talk to her, don't I?

You think for a moment, suddenly struck with an odd feeling.

Wait, do I? Why? Because of what happened last night?

The terrified look on her face from last night lingers in the forefront of your memory.

That was definitely pretty strange, but it might've also been because I was naked. Right?

...

You walk down the stairwell, making no effort to quiet your steps. You hear four distinct voices in the kitchen, and despite the strange tension in your chest from thinking about Celine, the sound of their idle chatter makes you smile.

You finally pop into view, and all of them notice their unusual guest at once.

"Aha! Good morning~" Poki immediately bursts into a beaming grin, and she waves, beckoning you over quickly. Your heart leaps at the way her eyes smile at you, and you quickly oblige.

"Good morning, Imane," you grin, quickly making your way down the rest of the stairs.

Sydney wastes no time in coming to your side, wrapping her arm around yours and kissing you heartily on the cheek as you take the final step down onto the first floor.

"Good morning, love." She grins, her eyes filled with adoration. Her hands warm your side, and she accompanies you as you walk into the kitchen, stride for stride.

"Nice to see you too, Sydney," you say, chuckling at the attention she was giving you.

"Good morning!" Tina waves, sitting up and grinning.

"Good morning, Tina," you reply, smiling. The cheery attitudes of the three girls were enough to completely infect you, so much so that you almost forgot about the fourth girl sitting awkwardly beside them.

"Hey..." Celine forces out, half-grinning. She crosses her hands over her chest, awkwardly resting each of them on the opposite upper arm.

"Morning, Celine..." You unsurely respond.

Tina, Poki, and Sydney's eyes silently shoot back and forth between the two of you.

"How was your sleep?" Imane asks, breaking the silence. "Have any good dreams?"

"It was good, I think. But no, I don't remember having any dreams," you respond, unlocking your arm from Sydney's and taking a seat next to Tina at the counter.

"Do you all eat breakfast together?" You ask, addressing the feeling of déjà vu you were getting upon looking around.

"Yup!" Tina cheerily responds. "Our sleeping schedules were all over the place for a long time. Sometimes we'd even go days without seeing each other! So we all agreed to start our day together with breakfast."

"Huh..."

"Hm? What's wrong?" Sydney inquires.

"No, it's just that... my girlfriends - I mean, the ones who live with me," you clarify, shooting Sydney a brief glance, "seem to be doing the same thing. They all wake up for breakfast together."

"Yeah, all of us do!" Imane says. "We were all... motivated to do it."

"Oh, wow! All at the same time?" You look around in disbelief. "From what I can remember, fixing a sleep schedule is pretty damn hard... and yet you all found the motivation to do it? How?"

"..."

Imane stares down into her pan, her face stricken with emotions you'd never witnessed on her before.

"..."

Sydney stares down at her fiddling thumbs with a tense posture, clenching her jaw.

"..."

Tina, frozen in place and similarly distraught, is mirrored by Celine, who appears to be in great pain at whatever was passing through her mind at this moment.

"W-wait..." You mutter, suddenly hit with the truth. "It was... because of me...?"

The silence stretches on endlessly.

"...it was really hard for us," Celine finally speaks up in a low tone. "We needed each other more than ever after your accident, and with our schedules being how they were, we didn't see each other much. So we all agreed to change."

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

All... because of me.

"I'm so sorry..."

Tina's soft arms find their way around your shoulders, and before you can say another word, she pulls you in.

"We're ok now..." She whispers.

Her warm, kind voice eases some of your tension. "Don't worry. We had each other's backs when we needed to. It's not your fault."

You give her a small squeeze of appreciation. "Thanks..."

She slowly pulls away to examine your face, still keeping her hands around you. You look around, seeing Imane, Sydney, and Celine looking at you with concern.

"I'm ok, I'm ok, I promise." You smile, flushing a bit at how emotional you'd suddenly gotten. "I just didn't expect that."

"Are you sure you're ok?" Tina asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Your stomach erupts in a groaning melody, making Celine snicker and quickly cover her mouth with her hand.

"But I am really hungry..." You whisper, clutching your complaining stomach.

"Ah!" Imane steps back, turning her attention back to the stove. "You must be starving after everything we did last night. I'll make you something."

...

You walk around the kitchen, investigating the room while Imane continues making your meal.

The girls had gone back to chatting amongst themselves, mostly about things you didn't understand.

I never really paid much attention to their house before, but it's really big.

How does everyone afford places like this?

You waddle back to the stove and absentmindedly stare down at what Imane was doing, your mind still pondering the pressing thought.

Does streaming make a lot of money? Miyoung did say thousands of people watch her streams at times.

Wait! Are these women... celebrities?!?

The thought strikes you, leaving you utterly dumbfounded as you piece it together.

Technically, they are, aren't they? They're internet famous! They probably have millions of fans!

And I've... dated just about all of them...

...

How the FUCK did that happen?

"I know what you're thinking." Imane looks up at you, snapping your attention to her.

"Huh? Oh, I wasn't really-"

"She's gorgeous, great in bed, AND she can cook?!? What a steal!" She lowers her voice slightly, playfully mimicking your tone.

Her dubious impression elicits a chuckle from you, and Sydney and Tina laugh from behind you.

"Poki, you need to tone it down!" Tina shakes her head, smiling. "We all know that's not what anyone was thinking," she giggles, covering her mouth as she speaks.

"Hey, a girl can dream, right?" Imane sighs, flipping the final piece of French toast out of the pan and onto the plate beside her.

"All yours!" She says, holding it out to you with both hands.

"Wow..." You gasp, feeling your stomach rumble like thunder at the wonderful smell of cinnamon.

"Mmhmm. Let me know if this isn't enough for you. I can always make more."

You take the plate from her, holding it delicately in your hands. "Ah, this smells so good, I could kiss you right now."

You turn around, ready to sit down and devour every piece. But an iron-clad grasps onto your arm, locking you in place.

You turn back, shocked by how strong the grip on your upper arm was.

"Don't say things like that and think you can just walk away from me," Imane warns.

The sweet smile on her face contrasts the utter seriousness of her voice, leaving you confused.

She puckers her lips and juts her chin out, gently letting her eyes flutter closed. "Give me one. As a reward."

"Just one?" You confirm, looking down with impatience at your warm food.

"Just one."

...

Two dozen kisses and a few scarfed-down pieces of French toast later, you sit back, feeling your hunger temporarily satiated.

"Damn, that was good..." You sigh.

"Want any more?" Imane leaps up.

"No, no," you wave your hand. "In fact, I think I should probably head home soon."

"What! Why?" Sydney turns to you, habitually reaching out and resting her hand on yours. She slides her fingers into the grooves between yours, clutching your hands together.

"Well, I never told anyone I was coming here," you rub the back of your head with your free hand. "And besides, it's where I live, right? I can't stay here forever."

"Mmm..." Sydney pouts. "But I'll miss you..."

"I'll come back soon, don't you worry," you grin, moving your other arm to sandwich Sydney's hand between yours.

...

"Hey, um..." Imane nervously calls out, right as you reach for the door.

"Hm?"

You turn back. Her face carries an unusually cryptic expression as she looks at you, and it immediately sparks something in your mind.

Whether it was a memory or just your intuition, you weren't sure, but from her tone and expression, you can already see the question formulating in her mouth before it happens.

She's gonna ask if I want to date her, isn't she? And, just like always, she's probably going to be blunt about it.

Should I say yes?

I mean, she's really pretty, funny, and kind. Plus, it would be kind of awkward if I said yes to Sydney but not to her...

But is that ok? Could I just be digging myself into a hole again...?

Imane speaks up again, now looking past you. "I-I think it's raining outside-"

"Yes," you confidently answer.

"...huh?"

"Wait, what?" You blink.

"I said... it's raining outside," she repeats, cocking her head.

You turn back around and look through the side window, seeing the light patter of rain falling on the porch outside.

"...oh."

"What did you hear me say?" Imane asks, still pondering your reaction.

"Ah, no, nothing," you push out a smile, trying not to turn red. "The rain doesn't look too bad. I can run."

...

You step onto the front porch of your house, feeling the familiar warmth of your home soothing your body from the chilly sting of raindrops.

As nice as it is being with Sydney and Imane at their place, coming home feels different.

A familiar shriek startles you out of your thoughts. Moments later, you hear the same voice roaring with laughter, easing your panic.

Shit, when Rae screams, it really sounds like she's being murdered...

Calming your racing heart, you slowly step inside, nevertheless letting a smile grow on your face as you continue hearing the infectious laughter of your lover.

You close the door behind you, kick off your shoes, and set your feet down on the entrance mat, feeling the soft bristles of the rug under your socks.

Huh? What... happened?

A strange, foreboding tension rises from around you.

Oh. Rae stopped laughing. And so suddenly...

You slowly take steps into the house, paying closer attention.

But there were other sounds, too, coming from all around the house... they're all quiet now.

You shiver as a draft of cold air whisks onto your skin.

Whatever. I need to take a nap. I'm probably going nuts from exerting myself so much...

You move to the closest couch and lay down, gratefully sinking your head into the cushioning plushness of a pillow.

Mmm... nice...

...

Miyoung slowly walks down the stairs, carefully skipping over every creaky spot.

Her heart pounds in her chest, but she keeps her cool as she reaches the turning point of the stairwell.

She peeks her head around the corner, quickly taking in the sight of your body lying comfortably on the couch.

Her heart races even more as she sees you, and she gently squeezes her fist, feeling the familiar rush of love and warmth mixing with the newfound dread and doubt that had taken root within her.

The unbearable tension puts a deep frown on her face. But she quickly pushes it away and stands up taller, strengthening her resolve.

I need to know the truth.

It'll be easy! I'll just go over and ask. There'll be an explanation for everything. There has to be.

Right?

She walks over, no longer quieting her footsteps.

She stands by your side, towering over you with her hands clasped in front of her. You remain immobile on the sofa, your hair twisted into a mess by how deeply your head was buried into a pillow.

"Hey," Miyoung whispers, gently shaking your shoulder.

"Hmmm...?" You groan.

"Hey, I need to ask you something," she says. "Wake up."

"Mmm... I'm sleepy..." You mumble, adjusting yourself and laying your head back down.

"Hey, hey!" Miyoung continues whispering. "Come on..."

She grabs both of your shoulders, fighting against your attempts to shrug her off.

"What?" You drowsily ask, rolling over onto your back.

"Did you break up with Aria?"

Her words cut through the fogginess in your brain.

"...yes. I told you that already," you say, frowning.

"What happened? Why did you break up?" She whispers, glancing toward the stairwell.

"I told you already," you repeat, preparing to turn back around. Her words evoked unpleasant memories from your mind, and you didn't want to engage with her questions any longer.

"Just tell me again!" She pleads.

"She said so. She didn't want to date me. That's it."

You roll away from Miyoung and use what little energy your arms had to bring another pillow up and over the back of your head, covering your ears.

"Then why did she-"

"I don't know, Miyoung..." You impatiently groan. "Just let me... sleep..."

"..."

"..."

"...buy that cake?" She softly mutters.

Miyoung stares at the pillow covering your head. Your hands had slipped loose, and it rests loosely against you. Her eyes drift to the rest of your still body, from your faintly rising and falling chest down to your feet.

"Are you...?"

"..."

Miyoung steps back, pushing against the overwhelming desire to throw her arms around you and lay beside you.

She walks to the stairs, mulling over everything in her head.

Ok, think, think!

She grips the railing of the stairwell, remembering exactly what Aria had told her.

"It... it was a mistake."

"Huh? Wait, so you did buy it?!?"

"Yes. I did."

"Why? What would you-"

"It was a mistake."

She opens her eyes, her mind racing to piece everything together.

I'm even more confused now...

She walks up to her bedroom, sighing in frustration.

She pulls her phone from her pocket and absently checks it, barely paying attention to the words scrolling by as her mind travels elsewhere.

How could this happen? After all this time? What could've-

"..."

Her phone drops from her hand, tumbling a few feet across the carpeted floor. Her hand remains frozen in place, curled around the object no longer present.

She remains motionless. Her irises sharply dilate with the intensity of realization, matching the transformation of her face, as her previously relaxed features quickly grow taut. Her mind runs at super speed, making moments feel like hours.

What if...

...

You jolt upright, immediately feeling fear strike through your heart at the unfamiliar beam of moonlight shining on your lower body.

Oh, I'm still on the couch...

With great effort, you stand up, squinting your eyes as you try to adjust to the darkness. You feel around your pockets and dig out your phone.

Damn. It's midnight. I must've been really fucking tired...

Your noodle legs slowly move you to the kitchen, doing their best to appease your screaming stomach.

I guess I'm not used to pushing myself this much. My therapist said light exercise would be good for me, but I don't think everyday sex with multiple ladies at a time counts as 'light'.

But there's no way I'll ever complain about that...

As you step into the kitchen, you notice the silhouette of a figure standing by the stove, and your eyebrows arch upward in surprise.

Your eyes scan over her form as you walk closer, taking in the details of her appearance. The way her oversized shirt falls over her slim body and ends at her bare mid-thigh, the slight crease of focus on her brow, and the gentle sway of her body as she stirs something on the pan. The slight sizzle of the food snaps you out of your trance, and you step forward.

"Miyoung..." You whisper. "Good morning."

"Oh! You're awake!" She quietly responds. "Wait, huh? It's midnight!"

"Technically morning," you say, raising a finger.

"How was your nap?" She says, continuing her cooking.

"I wouldn't really call it a nap." You rub your palm against your forehead. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep anymore tonight."

You slowly walk up behind her, attracted by the growing scent of food, until you were looking over her shoulder. You lightly wrap your arms around her, gently pulling the two of you together until her soft, small back rests on your chest.

She turns her head back, and you leave a kiss on her waiting lips.

"That smells good. How are our fancy midnight snacks coming along?" You look down at her, seeing her small, slender neck slightly turn as she smiles.

"Well, my snack is almost done. For yours... you'll have to make it yourself."

"Wha-!" You pout. "Please? I barely remember how to cook..." You plant a small kiss on the back of her neck, making her shoulders hunch for a moment.

"Just toast a pop-tart or something! That's what I normally do, I just felt like doing something a little extra today."

"But I love your cooking so much more..."

She shakes her head like a mother sighing at her child's behavior. "Really...?"

You nod, gently brushing the tip of your nose along the back of her neck. "Of course. Besides, I want to see you like this for a bit longer. You look... stunning."

"Pffft!" She audibly scoffs. "I'm a mess right now. I'm not even wearing any pants..."

You raise your eyebrows mischievously. "Oh? So what exactly is under here?"

You gently lift up her shirt, revealing a pink pair of underwear.

"Hey! Put that down!" She swats your arm away. "Rude!"

You giggle and lower her shirt. "Sorry. Hey, it's not like I haven't done it before."

She continues to shake her head, grumbling.

You wrap your arms around her once more, pulling her into your warmth. She sighs, leaning her head back onto your collarbone.

"You know... you look amazing in your underwear."

Her cheeks quickly turn red, but she stays relaxed in your grip. She places her hands on yours, gently patting your knuckles.

"Of course you'd say that..." She mutters.

"I bet you'd look even sexier without them..." You whisper, just soft enough for your breath to graze her ear.

Her hands tense, and her body tenses up slightly as your words make their way through her mind.

"H-hey, don't try to..." Her breathing shallows, and the calm, serene atmosphere suddenly shifts.

She notices for the first time the feeling of your hips pressing up against her from behind, and how your strong arms hold her so lovingly.

Right on cue, she gasps as a stiff feeling gently pokes into her, finally putting the inevitable thought in her head.

All the other thoughts that had been swirling around her mind since yesterday fade into oblivion as this new feeling presses into her backside, sparking a new set of thoughts in her head.

"Miyoung..." You say, feeling the words being drawn out from somewhere deep inside you. "Do you want to..."

There were a million ways you could complete the sentence, yet you knew Miyoung was thinking exactly the same thing you were.

"Our roommates could come down any second..." She quietly warns.

"No one's awake this late. You know that."

"Well... that's probably true. Wait, how do you know-"

You shift your hips forward. She bites her lip, forcibly stopping herself from making any revealing sounds.

You watch her closely from behind, reading through her attempt at a stoic expression.

"I won't do anything that you don't want me to," you say with a lustful grin, knowing how excited your actions were making her. "But if you say the word... I'll do whatever you want."

Her brows furrow ever so slightly, and her lips purse for a moment. After a moment, she slowly nods, and her body loosens. She turns her head back, locking eyes with you for a second before she speaks.

"Yes."

You lean forward and plant your lips on her neck. She gingerly tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her delicate skin. Your body stays pressed up against hers, and you slowly latch onto her neck, interchanging kisses with soft licks that send shudders across her body. She reaches her hand back around herself, placing it in your hair and pulling you down.

"Mmm..." She groans, bracing herself on the counter as you gently slide a hand forward and squeeze her boob through her shirt. "Kiss me..."

You pull away from her neck, leaving a faint red mark. Tilting her chin to the side, you capture her lips, instantly feeling her energy flow into you.

You give her chest another tight squeeze. She grabs your hand and squeezes it further, this time moving it to her other side.

Your other hand slowly lifts up her shirt, sliding your warm hand against the skin of her thigh. You hook a finger into her underwear, gently tugging to ask.

Her hair gently tickles your face as she nods.

You pull them down, hearing her slightly gasp as the cool air meets her exposed body.

You drop the fabric, letting it fall to the floor. She steps out of it, leaving it strewn on the floor beside you.

Not wasting another second, you reach your finger down and rub between her thighs. She whimpers, digging her hand deeper into your hair. She was already sufficiently wet, letting your finger slide easily across the outskirts of her folds.

She pulls away from your lips, her eyes coated with desire. "Don't just touch me," she says. "I need you now."

Her hands move to your pants, fumbling to unbutton them. You help out, quickly getting them down and off of you.

Her hand moves to your cock, picking it up in her hand and wrapping it with her warm fingers. She gives it a few strokes, ensuring it was at full capacity.

She turns back around, scoots over away from the stove, and leans forward, placing both hands on the counter and spreading her feet. She looks back at you, arching her back to turn further.

She looks irresistible, and you can barely stop to admire the sight before you're behind her, ready to push in.

"Right here in the kitchen, Miyoung? I didn't know you were into this..." You tease.

She groans as the tip of your cock rubs against her lips. "I don't care where it is. It's been so long, I just... ahhh~"

You push in, slowly delving your shaft into her dripping sex.

Despite how often you'd been getting this feeling lately, it still feels like a once-in-a-lifetime experience to be where you are, with a woman as fine as Miyoung.

"Fffffuck," she groans, clutching onto the counter. "We can't be too loud..."

You bottom out inside her, and her head swims in pleasure as you max out inside her tight entrance. Her butt presses back against your hips, and you hold her steady by the waist.

You lean forward and plant another kiss on her neck.

"Are you ready?" You whisper.

She nods, lowering her head as she prepares for the euphoric explosion she'd been dreaming about.

You slowly pull out and push in again. She quietly hisses, and one of her hands grabs yours, tightly clutching it. You squeeze back, hesitating.

"Keep going," she turns back. "Don't stop."

With one hand still locked with hers, you pull back and thrust your hips forward again. She takes in a deep, shaky breath and pulls her head up. You continue thrusting, each push becoming smoother as you get into a rhythm.

She lets go of your hand as she adjusts to the pace, and you use the opportunity to slide your hand underneath her shirt and grope the bare skin of her firm breasts.

"Haaa~" She groans, arching her back and pushing her ass out more. "You love my boobs too much..." She giggles.

"There's no such thing as loving boobs too much..." You laugh.

She leans further onto the counter, giving you better access. You pump even deeper, evoking more groans of delight. Her beautiful dark hair bounces on her back with each push, and you gently pull it to one side so you could see her expressions of delight.

"Don't hold back," she says. "I promise I'll be quiet."

"Are you sure you can keep that promise?" You ask. You amp up your pace slightly, giving her a taste of what was to come.

"Yes," she instantly responds. "Just... do it. I... FU~" She clamps her hand over her mouth as you drive into her, instantly letting loose.

"Ohhhhh my goooddd~" She moans between her fingers. She lowers herself down to the counter, nearly lying her upper body down on it as you take her from behind. Her entire body jolts with each of your thrusts, but she keeps herself composed, and only her occasional squeals of ecstasy as you hit her g-spot leak out from her lips.

"Fuck..." You groan, placing both hands on her butt and holding her tightly as you pump in. Her pussy felt heavenly, and doing this in the near-darkness made it even more exciting.

You run your fingers down her soft back, tracing your nails over her curves. She turns her head back at the unexpected feeling.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" You grin, not letting your pace slow down by a second.

"S-shut up!" She scoffs. She turns back, readjusting her arms on the counter.

The two of you continue bucking your hips, the silence only broken by the sound of your hips slapping together and Miyoung's occasional whispers of desire.

Her pants grow in volume as she starts to feel a wonderful tension building inside of her. "Oh god, I feel it..."

She moans out, releasing a sound so hot that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You squeeze her butt cheeks with newfound ambition, and you begin thrusting all-out, ignoring the part of you that said you'd regret this later.

She squeals, nearly convulsing from the deep, full thrusts you were giving her.

"Fuckfuckfuck~" She groans, turning back to see you again. Her eyes tell you everything, and your expression carries a similar desperation for release. "Please, I'm so close..."

She closes her eyes, letting her body tense up.

Using her hips as your handlebars, you continue your relentless thrusting, feeling supremely close to your own release.

"You're gonna cum too, right?" She asks, barely able to mouth the words.

You quickly nod.

"Ah~ I'm... I'm... I'M-AH~~!" She cries out as she orgasms, contracting her pussy tightly around your buried shaft. The added pressure causes you to burst at the same time, leaving both of you groaning in euphoric bliss. Her knees nearly give out, but you hold her up.

You wipe the built-up sweat off of your brow, panting.

"I love you..." She mutters, still getting over the high. "Thank you so much..."

You lean forward and plant another kiss on her neck. She picks your chin up and pulls you in, leaving your lips dancing against each other.

Placing one hand on her hip, you start to pull out.

"No! Not... not yet. Just... a minute more," she sighs, smiling giddily.

She stands up, keeping the two of you in that position for a minute longer. She closes her eyes again, letting her breathing slow. Her smile never leaves her face.

She finally beckons for you to pull away, leaving a faint trail of your semen dripping out of her.

"I guess I'm taking a shower after this..."

"Can I join?" You immediately ask.

"Oh, no no no no. We've done enough of that today," she giggles. She reaches over and picks her food off of the plate you hadn't realized she'd set it on and lifts it to her mouth.

"Sooo... Miyoung, my darling..." You sweetly say, patting her shoulder as your stomach achingly reminds you of its existence.

"..."

She slowly turns to look at you, her eyes squinted with suspicion.

"Could you... make me something-"

"No."

"...awwww...."

"No, don't look at me like that," she warns, turning away from your pouting expression. "You look like a... like a sad little puppy when you make that face."

"Don't you want to give this sad little puppy some food?" You ask, trying your hardest not to grin.

She rests her hands on the counter and sighs.

"Fine," she grumbles.

You grin, knowing how inconsequential her change of mind was, but still finding joy in it. You briefly wrap your arms around her again, this time from the front.

"I love you, Miyoung..."

Her hands hesitate out in the air for a moment before gravitating toward your back, gently running over every familiar curve and protrusion of your back.

"I love you too," she whispers after a moment. "I love you a lot. I don't want us to ever end..."

You can feel the sudden tension in her body, and her tone sends an uncomfortable tingle down your spine. As you try to pull away, she pulls you close again, burying her head into you. Your thoughts fade away as she gently purrs into your chest, replaced by the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin. You wrap your hands around her again, letting the moment absorb both of you.

...

"Hey..." She says, pulling her head away from you just enough to look up into your eyes. "There's... there's something I should probably tell you."

You frown, worried by the nervous look gracing her beautiful face.

"What is it?" You ask, gently rubbing her back.

"I think... Aria..."

"Aria... what?" An all-too-familiar voice irritably speaks up from the stairwell.