Bethany woke up that morning, her face and body pressed against a very hard warm surface, that was rising and falling at interval.
She smiled a bit, listening to his heart beat in his chest, almost lulling her back to sleep, but she fought it. Trying as hard as possible to keep her eyes trained on the lamp not too far from her , while the other parts of her mind woke up gradually.
As she became more aware of her surroundings, she became aware of the protrusion that poked her thigh, strong and unmoving, her cheeks couldn't help but crimson.
Suddenly feeling confident, she controlled breathing, slowly slipping away from his grip that was actually quite strong.
Luckily, she made it out of his grip without waking him up, only stirring him abit.
Standing beside him, she let her eyes access his god-like body, from neck to the waist line of his grey shorts. She avoided his face because she didn't want his subconscious to register that he was being watched.
