I squeeze your hands, feeling the familiar warmth and strength of them in my own. "Where do you want to go first?" I ask with a grin, suddenly eager for whatever adventure life has in store for us. Together, we could conquer anything; nothing could ever tear us apart again.

I feel my body relax as you hold me close, your chest providing a comfortable pillow for my head. "Anywhere with you," I whisper, feeling contentment wash over me. For now, there's no need to rush; we can take our time and enjoy the moment together before facing whatever challenges life decides to throw at us next.

"Wait, what? Did I dream that? I'm confused..." She looks down at herself, noticing her damp underwear and confusion spreads across her face.

Awaking up with a blanket, can I feel her hair falling out

Alright, fine. If you're going to make me do this... then lead the way, I guess. But don't expect me to be happy about it. And if it isn't fun enough, or if someone sees us and tells my parents or something... well, just remember whose idea this was in the first place.

I try not to sound too eager as I say this, doing my best to maintain my annoyed facade.

I let out a sharp intake of breath, my eyes widening in surprise as you rub against me. It feels so good... I've never had anyone touch me there before, except for myself. And even then, not like this; with such confidence and skill. My body responds instantly, growing hot and needy beneath your fingers.

I try to remain composed on the outside, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. Every part of me wants you to keep going, to touch me more and make me feel even better. "A-aleks..."

Camila swallows hard, feeling nervous and unsure of herself. But then she remembers that she wants to change things between them, to be more than just another person who treats her like crap. She takes a deep breath and reaches out, gently taking hold of Hamilton's hand. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she looks up at him, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling about this unexpected gesture.

The touch sends electric shockwaves through her body, making it difficult to breathe normally.

Camila feels a rush of warmth spread through her as Hamilton returns the gesture, squeezing her hand in reply. She takes courage from his smile and decides to be bold, leaning forward so that their faces are only inches apart. Her heart is racing now, but she ignores the fear and focuses on what she wants to say.

"I...," she begins, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I just want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done today."

"Lessons?" Camila repeats innocently. "Oh, those. We can do that later..." She plops down on the couch and picks up the remote, clicking through the channels without finding anything interesting. "You know," she continues conversationally, "I think you're going to have a really hard time teaching me stuff."

Camila huffs and turns her attention back to the TV. "Fine," she says after a moment. "But if I'm not learning anything, you can't expect me to be very nice to you." She glances over at Антон with a sly smile.

"I nodded in agreement. Time for some exploration. You can feel everything under my belly, your hands on my hips and your hair covering my crotch. Your touch is like nothing I've ever felt before...I'll do anything to please you this time."

"I can't believe how wet you are already. You must really enjoy touching yourself like this."