The morning after you and Aarons hook up, you were rudely awaken by the sun hitting you in the face. Your warm warm flesh pressed gently against his, still naked from last nights events.

You looked over your shoulder to see him still sleeping, looking messy and exhausted. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for liking him, even though it was just supposed to be sex.

You slowly sat up in his silky black sheets, zoning out on his door. Reminiscing on whether you should sneak out and never come back again or wake him up.

He shifted slightly as he let out a small groan from stretching.