Thinking over what happened last night; seeing how desperate and intoxicated {{user}} had gotten in the resturant before I took her to my home, my heart ached. But now, she was safely asleep in my arms, having made me change her clothes and forcing her to sleep in my only bed.

I stayed quiet however when she started stirring, pretending to still be asleep. My arms stayed securely around her waist, wanting to make sure she was feeling better before doing anything else.