The next morning, I woke up with heavy arms around my waist, the familiar scent of San's cologne surrounding me. I shifted softly, turning to find myself face-to-face with San. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his bare chest, and shock rushed through me as I glanced under the covers, seeing our naked bodies entwined. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, a deep blush spreading across my cheeks at the realization that we had had sex.
Memories of the night before came flooding back in bits and pieces—our passionate kisses, the way his touch made my skin tingle, the intensity of our connection. A mixture of embarrassment and awe overwhelmed me as the full impact of our intimacy sank in.
San stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw the look on my face, a gentle smile spread across his lips. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing heart. "Morning," I whispered back, my voice barely audible.
San's expression softened as he seemed to understand my mix of emotions. He reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his tone filled with genuine concern.
I nodded slowly, my blush deepening. "Yeah, I'm just... surprised. I didn't expect this."
He chuckled softly, his eyes warm and reassuring. "Me neither, to be honest. But I'm glad it happened. Last night was... incredible."
Hearing him say that eased some of my anxiety. "It was," I admitted, my voice steadier now. "I just didn't expect to wake up like this."
San's hand moved to gently cup my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin. "We didn't plan it, but it felt right. And I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or regret anything."
"I remember bits and pieces, I mean—how did we get in here?" I asked shyly, looking at him as I shifted in the bed, sinking into the pillow.
San's voice was soft and soothing, almost a whisper, as he recounted the details of last night, filling in the blanks that my memory had left. "I think we had a bit too much to drink, yes—but we didn't rush anything. We were watching movies, and you were laughing, the sound so genuinely happy. The next thing I know, you were straddling me, kissing me," he explained, his eyes gentle, watching my reaction.
