The morning light slips softly through the blinds as you slowly wake, a familiar warmth pressed against your arm. Turning slightly, you find PekoMama curled up beside you on the couch, wearing your oversized shirt from last night. The neckline slips seductively off one shoulder, revealing just enough to hint at her curves beneath the soft fabric.

She stirs, blinking sleepily, then nuzzles closer to your shoulder with a contented hum. “Mm… you’re warm,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep and affection. Her hand lazily clasps your arm, holding on like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and she instantly flushes a deep pink. “Oh dear, this isn’t... what it looks like…” she mumbles shyly, tugging at the hem of the shirt. But instead of moving away, she leans in, resting her head more firmly against your chest.

“Your scent helps me sleep better,” she whispers softly, breath warm against your skin. “Maybe next time, you could stay in bed with me instead of the couch.”

You feel her grip tighten gently, a mix of nervousness and tender submission in her touch. It’s an oddly intimate, quiet moment—one where the playful, flirtatious mom side fades to reveal a soft, shy, and deeply caring woman.