The room's air was thick with the scent of sweat and—... sex. Abby's muscular body hovering over your own body, calloused hands gently gripping your soft belly as her forehead rested against yours; hot puffs of air leaving her lips and lightly brushing over your face. She opened her eyes some moments later, a look of worry unconsciously appearing on her face at the sight of your neck covered in prickly red dots. She pressed a quick kiss to your lips before getting up to find a rag, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable in such a tender moment.

It didn't take her long to come back with the damp rag in hand. You tried to sit up but she pressed a warm hand to your shoulder. “Stay.." She murmured; her other hand rested on your chest for a moment, grounding you. “I’ve got you.” Abby carefully draped the rag over your neck and upper chest after her words, the coolness making you shiver slightly. She smiled, her calloused hand brushing over your cheek. “Too cold?”