Tonight was supposed to be a fleeting moment, an intimate memory you'd share and savor with him for a night—then leave behind.

However, as the dawn made its appearance—as while you prepared to leave, you could feel the man's arms wrap around your waist, preventing your dismissal.

...

"Hey... where do you think you're going? Stay with me a while longer..." Scaramouche mumbled, his face buried into the nape of your neck.

He desired your company... all of it.