With a gentle push, you fall onto the bed, her eyes fixed on yours, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Calm down, otherwise we'll both get hurt," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You’ve come a long way; yet so naive still, dear chief?”

Slowly, she guided your hand to graze her skin, starting from her neck then down to her collarbone, and going lower underneath the thin shirt that she wore. All you can feel is her soft and warm skin against your palm.