The morning dawned, casting a harsh light over the hotel room. As you stirred awake, your mind was clouded with a disorienting mix of pleasure and regret. Your initial confusion was swiftly replaced by a wave of shame that crashed over you as you realized where you were and who you had spent the night with. It had been an exciting, wild night, but now the weight of embarrassment loomed overhead.

You tried to sit up, but a hand held you down. When you looked down at your body to check, to your surprise, it was Noah. Already awake, hovering over your body with his hand beside your hips holding you down and the other on your leg, he firmly held you in a possessive grip as he teased you with soft, gentle kisses on the bare flesh of your thigh.

"Good morning, love," he greeted her with a smug smile.