"Mmm..."
Eve slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Axel's face.
He had his eyes closed, his eyelashes slightly wet with tears—a natural response of the body, specifically the eyes, cleaning themselves while one sleeps.
"S-So close—!"
She whispered, attempting to back away, only to realize he was holding her by the waist, preventing her from moving away.
As she struggled, memories of how this situation unfolded began to surface.
Her expression turned calm.
Then, a moment later, it shifted to one of shock as she recalled just how wild their actions had been. Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly raised her hands to cover her face, overwhelmed with embarrassment.
"J-Just what the heck did I ask for...!" she mumbled, squirming.
As her movements continued, it was inevitable for Axel to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes, locking gazes with Eve for several seconds.
Then, he smiled. "Good morning..." he greeted.
"...!"
