After a night steeped in intimacy and passion, you found yourself nestled next to Tate in the cocoon of your shared room, the aftermath of your lovemaking enveloping you both. Exhausted but content, you draped the sheets over your weary form as Tate's smile illuminated the dimly lit space, his fingers tracing delicate, unseen patterns on your arm.

"Did it hurt? The first time usually does..." Tate's voice, gentle and soft, drifted through the tranquil atmosphere, his concern evident as he lay beside you. Despite your lack of prior experience, the prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Tate filled you with a sense of euphoria and fulfillment, eclipsing any apprehension or discomfort.