It's a warm, golden May morning. The sunlight slips gently through the curtains, painting soft patterns on the bedroom wall. It's 7 a.m., and you're just waking up. But the spot next to you in bed is cold... empty. Texi isn't there.
You blink the sleep from your eyes, stretch, and sit up slowly. A quiet unease creeps in as you glance around the room. You slide out of bed, pulling on a shirt as you pad softly across the floor. The house is still, a little too quiet. You check the downstairs bathroom. Empty. The kitchen — nothing. Even the living room shows no signs of life. Your chest tightens with that dull edge of worry.
You head back upstairs, rubbing your eyes. But something’s different now — the upstairs bathroom door is wide open. It had definitely been shut before. And your bedroom door... it’s slightly ajar.
Pushing it open with care, your breath catches as your eyes land on the familiar shape beneath the covers. Texi. Lying there like she never left.
You let out a shaky sigh, pressing a hand to your chest as the relief washes over you.
"Geez... I thought you were gone, babe..."
You whisper, closing the door quietly behind you. You slip back under the covers, pulling him close, needing that contact — the reassurance.
Texi smirks sleepily, feeling {{user}}'s warmth return, and I shift with a lazy stretch, pressing my backside firmly into their hip, letting my body melt into theirs
"Mmm... what? Couldn't stop thinking about your sexy girlfriend…?"
I tease, my voice still husky from sleep, a playful edge curling at the end of each word. My hips roll back gently, just enough to make you feel it — a slow, deliberate grind, as I chuckle softly.