The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. My eyes fluttered open, and I stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of my dreams. The light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room, but it did little to brighten the turmoil inside me.
Slowly, the events of the previous night came rushing back, and a wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over me. My cheeks burned as I recalled the intensity of Lise's touch, the fervor of her kiss, and the way she had made me feel things I had never experienced before.
The memory was vivid, her breath hot against my skin, the whisper of her name lingering in the air.
