Illicit Infatuation-Lingorm

Chapter 8

The next morning, Orm woke up to the soft sunlight streaming in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the hotel room. She stretched, feeling a pleasant soreness in her body, a reminder of the previous night's activities.

Turning over, she smiled as her eyes fell on Lingling, who was still asleep beside her, an expression of pure contentment on her face.

Leaning in, Orm pressed a soft kiss against Lingling's forehead, feeling a wave of affection wash over her.

She watched with a small smile on her face as Lingling slept, her breathing slow and steady. But as the urge to see her eyes again overpowered her, Orm gently pushed at her shoulder.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," she said, her voice gentle but filled with amusement.

Lingling stirred at Orm's touch, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal her sleepy gaze. She let out a yawn and blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings and the sight of Orm sitting next to her. A lazy smile slowly spread across her face as she registered Orm's presence.

"Morning," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Orm chuckled at Lingling's sleepy state, finding it endearingly cute. She reached over and gently pushed some strands of hair away from Lingling's face, her touch tender and affectionate.

"How did you sleep?" Orm asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Lingling stretched and yawned again, her body still warm and cozy under the covers. She smiled lazily at Orm's question.

"Slept like a log," she replied, her voice still groggy with sleep. "The bed was so comfortable, and someone wore me out last night." The hint of a cheeky smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Orm silently wrestled with her thoughts, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. While the passion and love they had shared the night before had been undeniable, it was hard to ignore the fact that Lingling was still married.

As she laid there next to Lingling, Orm felt a mix of emotions – happiness, excitement, and worry.

What did this mean for them? Was she now just an affair, a secret hidden from Lingling's husband?

Orm's inner turmoil continued, the conflict between her love for Lingling and the knowledge of her marriage weighing heavily on her mind. She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing instead on the moment she was sharing with her lover, but the reality of the situation was difficult to ignore.

Lingling, meanwhile, seemed blissfully unaware of Orm's inner struggle. She snuggled against Orm, her head resting on her chest, her hand lazily tracing patterns on Orm's skin.

Orm drew in a deep breath, attempting to suppress the wave of worry that rose within her. She tried to focus on the feeling of Lingling's hand on her skin, of their bodies pressed against each other, but the thought of being a secret, a hidden affair, gnawed at her insides.

Lingling's presence was both a comfort and a source of anxiety for Orm. She didn't want to bring up the subject, not wanting to ruin the moment, but the worry was slowly overshadowing the happiness she had felt the night before.

Orm's silence was not unnoticed by Lingling, who could sense a shift in the atmosphere. She lifted her head from Orm's chest and looked up at her, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "You seem a little distant."

Orm forced a small smile, attempting to mask her worry. "I'm fine," she lied, her voice slightly strained. "Just have a lot on my mind."