Waking up felt a little bit like I'd lived through a hazy dream. I knew something had happened, I knew I'd talked to Cayden, but a part of me was having trouble holding onto the memory. None of it felt entirely real.

The weight of Cayden's arm was tossed over my waist, keeping me close to her as she spooned me. Everything about it felt so intimate and surreal and the events of the previous night—the toothbrush, the confession—came back, making my skin burn up. Cayden had never struck me as a liar but, suddenly, I was having a moment where I wasn't sure I totally knew the truth. It was easy to say things late at night. But would someone who was lying to me have treated me so well? The realization that we hadn't even had sex made me shoot fully awake.

We'd spent an entire night together and hadn't had sex. We'd kissed, sure. But Cayden had taken it seriously when she could tell I was tired. She'd even basically taken care of me by making me food and giving me a shirt to wear. It all felt so serious. It felt like something people in a relationship would do. And even though I'd wanted that and still did, the only thing my brain could do was shift into panic mode. What if I was misreading things? What if this was just how Cayden treated her friends? What if Cayden was also going to freak out and decide it was getting too serious for her?

I took an extended inhale, trying my best to mellow out. My mind always ran about thirty steps before the rest of me which usually caused more problems than actually solved them. I could always tell when I was jumping too far ahead and trying too hard to see a future that was uncertain, but it wasn't always easy to stop.

"Baby," Cayden mumbled, making my entire body melt. She held me close. "Why are you awake? It's early."

I checked the modern digital clock resting on the nightstand next to the bed, thinking there was no way that was true but she was right, it was barely even five in the morning. We'd only gone to bed a few hours earlier.

I placed my hand on her arm, trying to keep myself grounded and remembering that she was there with me. It didn't really matter where we'd be or what we were doing or what any of this meant. It didn't matter that Cayden and I actually liking each other—maybe even wanting to actually date—made everything infinitely more complicated. All that mattered was that I was in bed with Cayden and it was quiet and peaceful.

I rotated so I could look at her, brushing my fingers over her cheek and browbone. She kept her arm draped over me, her hand firm and supportive against my back. In that moment, I was half convinced I was in love with her. I loved her face and the way it looked so relaxed when she was sleeping. Her lips were gently pressed together. Even though I thought about her constantly, that was the first time I'd been with her and already missed her even though I didn't have to leave yet. The thought scared me.

I gently ran my fingers through her hair, brushing my palm over her silky strands of hair. Her eyelashes fluttered in response and she slid her hand up into my shirt so she was touching my skin.

"Is everything okay?" Cayden mumbled, not opening her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm just awake," I said and she pulled me close. "Do you want to hang out at my place at some point?"

The words seemed to surprise both of us, but Cayden responded without hesitation.

"Yeah, of course, baby. I'd love to,"

I burrowed my head into her, pulling so close we were chest to chest. Cayden kissed my forehead and cheek and then my lips, opening her eyes to look into my own. She brushed over my hair and I kissed her gently in response.

"Another," Cayden said and I smiled a little bit, kissing her again. She put a hand on my cheek, her thumb brushing against my cheekbone. Her kisses were soft and lazy and warm. They were the kind of kisses that made me think we could be in love one day maybe, the kind that made me tempted to say it even though I knew it was too early.

Even though it was early in the morning and we were both tired, it was like we couldn't break apart. Once we started kissing, it was physically impossible to stop. They were still soft, but there was clear intention behind them.

My body was instantly ready to go, buzzing with the expectation of what it felt like to have sex with Cayden. She touched me like she actually cared about being with me and it was a feeling I wasn't familiar with but was starting to really like.

She slid a hand up my shirt, traveling my body with soft fingertips. Her touch was so gentle and so caring that it sent goosebumps over me.

Cayden moved my shirt up and kissed my collarbones and my chest, working her way to my nipples. The way that she nipped at them drove me absolutely wild and it was obvious by the sudden dampness in my underwear that I was already turned on. I'd always assumed I was someone who preferred hard and rough, but I was quickly realizing a gentle touch from Cayden was equally, if not more arousing.

She slipped a hand down into my panties, making me gasp slightly. She played with my clit, her fingers sliding over my opening with ease. I couldn't believe how quickly my body had gone from sleeping to turned on—or how wet I was already.

"Can I take these off?" Cayden asked, pulling gently at the waistband of my underwear. I nodded and she gently slipped them off as I propped myself up. There was light from the glass wall covered by the panel curtains, flooding in, illuminating her. I could see her face and the way she was keeping her eyes on me. They traced down my body, something that would usually make me self-conscious but somehow turned me on even more.

She gently spread my legs and laid flat down on her stomach, taking her time to kiss my thighs, the skin near my knees. I was so turned on that I was half-ready to beg her, asking her to just fuck me already, but I also loved how gentle she was being with me. I wanted it all to last forever. I wanted us to act like we had all the time in the world and, in a way, it felt like we did because it was so late at night.

My body tensed with pleasure the closer Cayden's mouth got to my sex. She kissed just above my opening, and then each side of it. She gently used her tongue to tease me, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I took her dark hair in my hands and she used her tongue in deep, sweeping motions against me. I couldn't believe how good it all felt, how sex with her was always so pleasurable.

I looked at her, turned on by the sight of her eating me out. She pressed her palms against the back of my thighs, changing her speed to go faster against me, and I moaned, throwing my head back.

"That feels so good," I said, my voice breathy. I could tell I was getting even wetter as pleasure washed over my body. It felt like Cayden was turning me on over and over again, every wave more intense than the last. I knew whenever I came, it would be hard and fast and just thinking about it turned me on even more.

As if aroused just by the act of eating me out, Cayden moaned slightly, pulling me even closer to her. It was getting harder and harder to fight off the inevitable—I felt the build-up in me and knew my orgasm was coming. The way that Cayden was fucking me made my orgasm build up slowly and intensely, like getting to the top of a rollercoaster and then waiting for the drop. When it hit and my entire body clenched, it felt never-ending, my body thrusting entirely of its own accord.

Cayden slowed, sending small waves through me and making my entire body respond. I tried my best to catch my breath and all I could think was how lucky I was to have someone in my life who made me feel like that.

We both laid like that for a while, Cayden resting on the inside of my thigh and my hand gently running through her silky hair, until we fell asleep. It was so immediate that I didn't even realize we'd knocked out until I was woken up to the sound of a phone ringing.

Cayden startled awake and sighed a little bit, still half-asleep. The morning sun was starting to shine through, and I noticed that the clock said it was almost eight.

"It's your phone," I said, unable to read the screen from the distance but still knowing it was Cayden's.

At first, she seemed like she was going to ignore it, but she decided against it and got up slowly. I closed my eyes, assuming she probably wouldn't answer it considering the hour. But instead, I heard her footsteps as she left the room and gently closed the door behind her. I opened my eyes to confirm she was gone, feeling a little confused.

Who was calling her that she needed to leave the room for?

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