-| Rina |-
I feel warm. Really warm. Too warm actually. And my sheets feel smooth but edged, in fact, they have sharp edges, more like pecs. I trace my finger over them trying to figure out if I'm dreaming sleeping on a sex god or if I actually am. Funny but who'd that be. As I'm tracing my hand travels further down, since I'm dreaming might as well enjoy everything. Something holds my hand and I hear a chuckle.
"Be careful there Foxie, we don't want to wake something up, it just fell asleep." That voice sounds really familiar, although it sounds strained like the person is in pain.
