It was the morning. Nancy had just woken up. Perfect as ever. She laid in her boyfriend, Chent's arms. She inhaled slowly, her eyes still closed. The warmth of Chent was nice, she didn't want to leave. She had her hands on his chest, his hands were around her waist. But she knew she had to get up soon. The sun crept through a window above them, lighting up the room. It made her uncomfortable. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and whined, squirming slightly.