Waking up in the morning, Clara almost wondered just why her body felt so heavy and stiff only to be reminded of the reason why when she opened her eyes. Somehow, even after hours of sleeping, Gilas was still resting on top of her, his head snuggly buried deep in between her breasts as his soft breaths tickled the skin in between them.
"T-This is a problem…"
Sure, she could always just let Gilas sleep on top of her for a bit more, but the feeling of stickiness was starting to grate on her nerves. She could vaguely recall thinking otherwise of cleaning herself last night, and sure enough, she was paying for that decision right now.
'Then again, I was too exhausted to even think straight last night…' she inwardly chuckled.
