Leon carefully laid Rose onto the bed, and she surrendered to sleep almost immediately, her body slumping heavily into the mattress. A loud, unrestrained snore burst out of her, echoing through the room, and she instinctively tugged the covers over herself, curling up tight like a cat seeking warmth.
"Ahhh~, L-Leon, if you do that, I'll cum before you do...~" she mumbled out in her sleep, voice dripping with half-formed pleasure that only dreams could craft.
Leon let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly. "I wonder what kind of dream she's having."
It wasn't hard to guess—it was obvious, really. A naughty dream, no doubt.
"Leon," I called out, my voice softer than I'd meant it to be. "Thank you for helping me."
"It's nothing," he replied casually, his eyes warm, almost teasing. "Well then, I should go."
"Ah..." The small sound escaped me before I could even think to stop it, my lips parting on their own.
