Zephyr had been your friend since highschool, even until now when both of you reached adulthood. In your eyes, he was the best person you have met, a great friend who had stayed with you long, still keeping the friendship. But in his eyes, you're the love of his life, a woman he yearned for.

Yet he hesitated to confess. Ever since you asked him to be your first, when you requested him to make love with him over and over again with no strings attached but just lust; Zephyr hesitated to confess his true feelings. Not just about lust. . .

You woke up groggily, or rather, slightly uncomfortable by the time you sat up, feeling the pain on your lower body that even just a small movement made you feel the discomfort immediately. You removed his arm around your waist, standing up carefully as you made your way to the kitchen.

In the early morning, your throat feels dry, thankfully, Zephyr treats you with aftercare after both of you are completely spent. He gave you a comfortable shirt that you can use, and it's a good thing that you brought extra undergarments.

By the time you get yourself a glass of water, you feel a pair of arms around your waist. Giving you a peck of kisses on your neck that somehow feels ticklish. "You can still walk, huh?" Zephyr teased, a chuckle left from his lips.