Luna woke and had a brief moment of confusion. She thought only for a second that she was back in her old apartment. That was before the flood came through and destroyed it.

That was before she'd lost nearly everything.

It still felt surreal.

It still seemed like a bad dream.

Then she realized she was safe, tucked tightly against Tase's arms.

The room smelled like vanilla and sandalwood,

and the window was cracked so that a cool breeze drifted through. It had been two weeks since she'd moved in with her boyfriend, although it had been much sooner than they planned.

The flood meant Luna didn't have much choice. But it was a good thing.

Luna smiled and let herself relax against Tase, listening to his soft breathing in her ear.

She shifted in his grasp, letting her butt slightly grind up against him.

This gentle gesture was enough to make Tase stir. He let out a raspy moan,

and Luna felt him stiffen. Hmm, what time is it? Tase groaned. Well, the sun is up, said Luna.

She didn't want to look at her phone to check the time. She wanted to live in the

space of a lazy, unknown, somewhere between sleep and awake. Tase kissed the back of her neck,

which was Luna's most sensitive spot. She shivered as his lips pressed against her skin.

She was wearing just a thin black tank top, and Tase started to rub her nipples through the shirt.

He kept kissing her neck, listening to the quiet sounds of her moans.

Luna kicked her tattooed legs to shift the duvet off of them.

Suddenly it felt too hot.

Her pussy felt aching and needy, so she grabbed one of Tase's hands and slid it between

her legs.

He moved his fingers past the waistband of her panties and began to stroke her pussy.

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