Brittany's blood ran cold, quickly fumbling to fix the sheet over her breasts. "N-Nathan..." As his chest warmed her back, she was hesitant to peek at him over her shoulder. She looked down at her lap instead, her hands gripping the sheet tightly.
She worried if he was upset, if he regretted marking her now that her heat no longer shrouded his mind. But she noticed it from the moment he woke up…that their bond felt different somehow... stronger, tighter. She might not have known what exactly he was thinking, but she did not sense anger nor regret from him.
"I helped you shower earlier, and it's still dark out so you can sleep a bit longer." He said as he laid a light peck on her nape, his messy hair tickling her skin. "I'm seriously beat." His hand slipped under the sheet, caressing her bare skin just above her navel. Brittany was unmoving, scared to even breathe.
