The Hope in Our Scars

The morning that presumed after Leo and Reyna's "small" make out demonstration, they both woke up covered in sweat. Especially when Leo was the first to awake, he was first very first astonished to see a naked Reyna lying ontop of him, and he was even more flushed as he realized his exposure as well.
First, he had to get out of this position, for therefore he began to receive tiny snippets, of what he and Reyna were doing yesterday which made his whole body feel like pencil lead. As Leo tried to remove her breast from his face, she stirred in her sleep, and eventually rubbed her eyes, in a sleepy manner.
"Leo?"
He froze as he was about to flip her legs over, for him to wiggle out of the heap of body parts.
She stirred again, now her face only two inches away from his.
Her brown eyes flew open, and smiled in delight as Leo's face came into view.
"I wuv you," she said, and grabbed his face while lightly rubbing his chest. Their lips crashed, and Leo felt her tongue enter his mouth. Though he was intrigued to go on forth, he attempted to resist, which made Reyna's every movement become more consistent.
Reyna soon began to push his body and let him pin her body to the bed, while anchoring Leo to the spot, as her tongue was wrestling with his.
When Leo's hands slid down to her waist did he notice the cup of gleaming liquid on the counter near the bed.
Oh, thought Leo. Reyna got up, and shoved the drink down her throat, and into his.
His eyes lit up, and pinned her again. The cycle repeating again in a neverending circle.

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