Forbidden Cravings

Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains, soft rays spilling across the room as my eyes fluttered open, the chirping of birds outside pulling me awake. The air felt fresh, crisp, but there was this weird heaviness around my back—like something pressing in, warm and steady.

"Ahm*..." I mumbled, shifting slow, my face turning as I chased that comforting heat behind me, my body still half-lost in sleep.

"Ehh..." I froze mid-turn, my breath catching sharp as I saw her. Aeri was right there, sleeping beside me, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her face peaceful and close—too close.

My heartbeat skipped, thudding hard in my chest, my face heating up fast, turning red as I stared. For a moment, it was just us—the birds chirping outside, her warm breaths brushing my skin, slow and even.

"What is she doing here??" I thought to myself. She was in a loose tank top, light gray, her naked cleavage, her boobs pressed soft against the fabric. Her dolphin shorts hugged her hips, leaving her smooth, thick thighs bare, one leg tangled in the sheets, the other stretched out beside me.

"Aeri..." I said, my voice barely a whisper, my hand moving on its own, fingers brushing her cheek—soft, warm under my touch.

I pushed a strand of her hair aside, tucking it gently behind her ear, my chest tightening with a pang of guilt I couldn’t shake. "I’m sorry... Aeri..." I muttered, the words slipping out quiet, heavy with everything from yesterday—Sara, the brothel, the mess I’d dragged myself into. My fingers lingered on her face, tracing the curve of her jaw, my breath hitching as I watched her sleep.

"Ah...m..." she moaned soft in her sleep, her lips parting, her brows twitching as her eyes started to flutter open. She rubbed at them with the back of her hand, blinking slow, groggy.