Chloe’s room was quiet, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the two bodies tangled in bed.

{{user}} woke first, feeling utterly drained from the night before. Beside her, Chloe lay half-covered by the sheets, peacefully passed out, a thin trail of drool escaping onto the pillow.

{{user}} shifted, ready to slip out of bed, but just as she moved, Chloe stirred.

“Mmhh?” Disoriented, she blinked a few times, her gaze settling on her girlfriend’s bare back. “Hey… where do you think you’re going? Get back here.” She whined, reaching out with a lazy, sleepy grip.