Jimin's Point of View

I woke up before Dia. I don't think that's ever happened to me. My goal is usually to get off and hope they're gone in the morning. I don't think much about it beyond that. I'm not a completely heartless bastard. I don't like seeing people hurt. That's why I'm always up front with them. Why is she different?

In the beginning, I gave her the same spiel as anyone else. But I looked at her sleeping next to me and I was so fucking happy that she was in my bed. Her back was to me and the covers had slipped down so her bare back was visible. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about those perfect tits. I made her strip naked last night when we came to bed. I hadn't been kidding about that. I wanted to slip myself inside of her and get lost in the urges. But as I watched the rise and fall of her breaths, I wanted her to get plenty of rest.

Fuck.

Normally, I'd be the typical ass and wake her up for a good morning lay. What the hell is wrong with me? When did I turn into such a fucking pussy?

But there was something different about her. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to make her happy. I also wanted to make her come again.

I sighed as she stirred and turned over onto her back, giving me the perfect view of her perfect chest. Damn. I reached down and adjusted myself. I really was determined to let her sleep. Besides, I wasn't an idiot. I knew she had to be sore after the last several days.

I sat up and put my feet on the ground on the side of the bed and leaned forward resting my head in my hands. Shit. I was in so much fucking trouble. I wanted to give this girl the world. That feeling scared the fucking shit out of me.

I felt movement on the bed behind me as a small, tired voice called out, "Jiminie?" Damn it all to hell. That voice calling that name was my undoing.