~Los Angeles~
Next morning, Steve woke up in a strange place. 'This is not my apartment!' He was about to leap out of the bed when he noticed Bridgette clinging onto him. She was sleeping. 'Oh! Her bedroom!' Steve relaxed for a second, and then he remembered previous night, 'No, no... I slept off! What kind of a man sleeps off? But she can't be mad, can she? She is peacefully sleeping right here, next to me.'
Steve took a deep breath and inhaled her scent which was embedded in the bedsheets. That feminine scent and her closeness made his body react. He remembered her softness. Ignoring that she is sleeping, his arm went under her top and started kneading her breast. 'Oh, how soft! I can do this all day!'
Somewhere between Steve squeezing Bridgette's breast and his throbbing crotch grinding on her thigh, Bridgette woke up with a start. She screamed and jumped out of the bed. "What are you doing!!?"
