For once, I've finally felt how it was to wake up without a worry in the world.

The second I gained consciousness after my very comfortable nap, I felt the hands of another running their fingers along my back. Also, I seemed to be tangled onto something very warm, like a sloth would cling to its mother.

I take a second to savor the moment, but nonetheless, memories begin flooding back.

I'm tangled with my boss right now. My boss.

A very important boss, to say the least.

Do I open my eyes? Do I pretend to keep sleeping?

Instead of panicking, I decide to pretend I've not woken up. The warmth of his hands against my back, rubbing small circles, sends chills throughout my body.

I can't help but sigh lightly out of content, hoping he would continue to rub me. I wish we could stay in this position forever.

My arms are wrapped around his neck, trapped between him and the couch. I feel Klein's hands make their way lower down my back, sending more and more goosebumps and they reach their way down.

Klein skillfully taps his fingers along my spine and I can't help but slightly twitch due to the tickling sensation. My arms around him squeeze slightly tighter and I hear him chuckle.

"Awake, are we?" Klein's fingers wrap around the hem on the bottom of my shirt.

I refuse to own my eyes due to the extreme amounts of embarrassment I'm feeling. He caught me.

Klein lifts up my shirt from my back very slowly, his fingernails softly grazing the surface of my skin. Arching my back very lightly, I let out a small breath against his neck.

He stops pulling up my shirt right below my bra strap and glides his fingers all over my lower back. My hips roll slightly on his as a natural reaction to the feeling and I hear Klein groan in my ear. At the same time, multiple shocks run to my core,

I finally decide to move my head to where I can slightly look at him, noticing that he seems a bit distressed. His eyes are shut tight.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Are you okay, Klein?"

He doesn't open his eyes, but nods his head, "I'll live."

I do the motion with my hips again, rolling them against his, trying to find the culprit to his distress.

He lets how a very quiet, breathily moan, but doesn't make any motive for me to stop.

I move again, and again, feeling very foreign feelings in my tummy. God, this feels good.

"Is this okay?" I breathe out while I go slightly faster, "Is this weird?" I breathe out, "Should I stop?"

"No, don't fucking stop." Klein places his hands on my hips and rests his head back on the wall of the couch, "Fuck. You're going to be the death of me."

"Who taught you this?"

"I wish-" I pause, "I wish I even knew what I was doing," I lazily rest my head back on his shoulder while I grind on him with a bit more intensity each movement. Klein's hands grip me harder by the second and further accelerates the feeling in my body.

"Why am I feeling like this?" I slightly whine out. It's as if there is a scratch within that I need to relieve.

He brings his head up and uses one hand to grab the back of my hair. Klein tangles my hair within his finger and yanks up my head to make eye contact with me.

His other hand helps me quicken my motions while I grind against his pelvis, my breathily moans getting louder and louder. I am almost getting this uncomfortable feeling gone, I can feel it coming.

We stare intensely at each other while my mouth stays ajar. Klein continues to hold my head up.

"Something's coming!" I bite my lip and grip his shoulders with all my might.

Klein bucks his hips up slightly, matching the pace of my hips against his own, "Come." He demands while looking into my eyes.

I begin to close my eyes.

"No. Look at me while it happens." Klein says sternly and I immediately obey.

As I continue to roll, I feel an intense sensation take over my body. Suddenly, I stop all movements and collapse against his frame on the couch. He lets his grip on my hair go and immediately begins rubbing the back of my head.

Small waves of pleasure runs through my private area, and a feeling of shame hits me.

What just happened? Was that sex?

I'm too afraid to ask. Should I ask?

I breathe heavily against his neck and hide my face, "I'm sorry. That was unexpected of me."

Klein heavily breathes in an out and nods his head, "It's always the innocent ones, huh little one?"

I push my face further into Klein's neck, realizing that the act I've just completed was most likely completely inappropriate. How will I ever show my face in public again knowing I've just grinded private parts with my boss?

Klein brings my face up and directly in front of his. He scans my disheveled expression.

Slightly red eyes, really red cheeks. A very thin coat of sweat rests against my forehead.

Klein brings his lips up to my currently gross forehead and lays a soft kiss there, "One day, Lillian."

"Till?" I bite my lip, eager for his response.

"If I told you, you'd never look at your little vanilla romance books the same way again."