Okay, fine, so she isn’t as innocent as she pretended to be…
Tabatha wakes up in the early hours of the morning feeling refreshed and incredibly happy until she feels her wilted flower. On the one hand, it’s great because it reminds her of the intimacy she shared with Erik the night before. On the other hand, she is worried about how she is going to sit down today if it keeps feeling bruised like this!
She carefully lifts Erik’s arm, feeling him stir and pull her tighter to his chest, making her roll her eyes. As soon as his breathing is steady, and his grip relaxes slightly, she tries to move again and slides out from underneath his arm, replacing her spot with a pillow so he won’t wake up.
She needs to pee, and she’s not going to do it while he’s awake! While she’s there, she brushes
