On the first night back in Valtorre, Roy slept deeply.
Upon waking in the morning, she felt a familiar weight on her belly, and sure enough, it was Sebatide Hughes draping a leg over her. However, the difference between his youthful form and his adolescent form was too great, and Roy felt a bit suffocated.
She pushed him away and turned her attention to Rocky at the bedside.
"Brother?"
Roy exclaimed in surprise, slightly uncomfortable as she covered her parched throat. Rocky handed her a cup of milk at just the right temperature and fed it to her.
"The personnel meeting will take place in an hour." Once Roy finished drinking, Rocky took away the glass and calmly wiped the liquid that had dripped onto her chest with the pad of his finger, "Is there anything you need me to do?"
His fingers, warm to the touch, grazed over her bare, perky breasts without pausing.
