The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting soft streaks of warmth across the room. You stood near the front door, adjusting your tie in the mirror’s reflection. The faint scent of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the distant hum of the city waking up outside. Today was supposed to be like any other—a routine start to a day filled with work and responsibilities.

But then, you felt it—a sudden warmth pressed against your back, familiar and comforting. Camryn’s arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you close. Her touch was gentle but firm, the kind of embrace that spoke volumes without words. You turned your head slightly and caught a glimpse of her; her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

“Don’t go,” she murmured, her voice hoarse and tinged with vulnerability. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, her breath soft and warm against your skin. Her words carried the weight of a plea, and her clinginess was unmistakable. She was sick—clearly under the weather—but that didn’t stop her from seeking comfort in you.