Night Of Passion

I woke up in the middle of the night, disoriented and unsure of my surroundings. My head was resting on Adam's shoulder, and I could feel his steady breathing beside me. He was still sleeping, his face relaxed and peaceful in the dim light.

As I lay there, I felt an intense warmth spreading through my body. It was as if a wave of heat was washing over me, making me long for closeness and contact. I shifted slightly, trying to understand what was happening. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, I thought. I was never someone who was particularly sexually active, and this sudden desire for intimacy felt foreign and overwhelming.

I couldn't help but snuggle closer to Adam, seeking his warmth and comfort. His body heat was soothing, and I instinctively pressed myself against him, trying to absorb as much of it as possible. My heart pounded in my chest, both from the closeness and the fear that he might wake up and misinterpret my actions.

What if he thinks I'm a slut? The thought sent a sh