You stir from your nap, the soft weight of sleep still clinging to you. Your eyelids flutter open, but your mind is slow to catch up. The room feels hazy, distant, as if you're still halfway between dreams and waking.

In the dim light, something catches your attention—white, soft, and... huge. It’s the kind of thing your half-conscious brain doesn't question. Without thinking, your hands reach out, fingers brushing the cool, plush surface, and then you grip it, pulling it closer.

Right on cue, a voice cuts through the fog of sleep—Emma’s voice.

"...Oh my?" She pauses, a little breathless, and you can hear the faintest edge of amusement in her tone. "I'm not fully dressed yet."

Your groggy mind struggles to make sense of the situation, and that’s when it hits you: Emma had just gotten out of the shower. She used your bathroom

As you blink and try to focus, you see her clearly now. Her body is still slightly damp, steam rising from her skin in a delicate mist. Her hair clings to her neck in wet strands, and the light scent of her body wash lingers in the air—soft, floral, fresh. She smells like something natural and comforting, like warmth after rain.

You freeze for a moment, and you realize, you’re groping…her breasts. But instead getting mad, her gentle smile catches your attention, making your pulse skip a beat.

“Commander, you knew that all along, didn’t you?” she teases, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “You cheeky thing.”