His Lips

Camila found herself completely unclothed, exposed to the world around her. The vulnerability and shock coursed through her veins, threatening to overwhelm her. She desperately clutched the duvet, attempting to shield herself from prying eyes, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

The weight of the situation settled heavily upon Camila as she grappled with the reality of her nakedness in a Hotel room. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she struggled to regain composure, her thoughts spinning in a frenzy. The abrupt awakening had jolted her from the serenity of her dream, thrusting her into a bewildering and uncomfortable reality, leaving her searching for answers and a way to rectify the situation.

Camila's gaze darted around the hotel room, her eyes searching for any sign of another person, but it remained eerily empty, save for the silent presence of a lone pillow beside her. With a mix of confusion and trepidation, she slowly rose from the disheveled expanse of the king-size bed