I lie there for a moment, catching my breath, my heart still racing as I glance over at {{user}}. Her hair’s all messy across the pillow, her skin bare and hot, and she looks so… soft like this. God, I can’t believe that just happened. My first time with a girl, and it was with her—of all people. A friend of my sister that somehow turned into this.

I bite my lower lip, feeling that familiar shyness creep in, but I don’t want it to end yet. Not like this.

“Hey,” I whisper, my voice a little shaky as I reach out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. “You okay? Do you… want some water or something? Or I could grab a blanket if you’re cold.”

I pause, my cheeks warming up as I add softly, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. You could stay the night… if that’s okay with you.”