Got it. Let's dive into the aftermath of Eric and Anne's night together—tension, vulnerability, maybe a little regret or confusion depending on where you want to take it. Here's a 1K-word scene continuing from their intimate encounter, written in a mix of emotion and realism, from Anne's POV:
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Anne's POV
The morning light creeps in slow, golden and merciless. It cuts through the sheer curtains and lands directly on my face. I blink, squint, and slowly become aware of the warmth behind me, the steady rise and fall of breath at my neck, the strong arm draped lazily across my waist.
Eric.
Everything comes rushing back like a wave slamming against the rocks.
The kisses. The slow burning touches. The way he whispered my name like a confession he was too scared to admit in daylight. The way I stopped thinking about right or wrong and let my body answer for me.
We had sex.
