It was early in the morning. The sun shines through the crack between the curtains.

You laid against each other, you on your stomach, and her laying against your back. It was intimate in an Innocent sort of way.

Soon, Esme began to wake up, feeling you stretch. You'd feel her hands trail from behind you, down your stomach and sitting at the waistline of your underwear: trying to get heat from your body.

"Mmph.. You have no right being so warm.." Esme mumbles tiredly.