Heaven slowly stirred from her slumber, blinking as the morning light filtered through the curtains.
What surprised her imdiately was the absence of pain.
No soreness, no aching limbs, no burning strain between her thighs—nothing.
After everything that happened last night, she had fully expected to wake up in a world of agony.
She’d braced herself for it. But instead, her body felt... light. Warm. Completely at ease.
That’s... strange, she thought.
"Mmm..." she let out a soft hum, stretching slightly before realizing that her cheek was pressed against sothing firm and warm—an arm. Ross’s arm.
Her eyes fluttered open fully now, and she imdiately flushed red.
She was completely naked.
And Ross was still beside her, just as bare, his toned chest rising and falling steadily as he slept.
Her face burned as she shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and took in her surroundings.
That’s when she noticed it.
This wasn’t her room.
Her gaze darted around—and then her stomach dropped.
So of the boys were awake already, casually changing their clothes or chatting in low voices, not even trying to hide their glances in her direction.
The mont their eyes t hers, a few looked away, clearly trying not to smirk.
This is the boys’ room, she realized with horror. We never even made it back to mine.
She sank lower under the blanket, her entire body turning crimson.
Oh my god... her thoughts raced, panic rising in her chest. They heard . All of them. Crying... moaning... begging him to fuck ...
"Ahhhhhh..." she let out a tiny whimper, burying her face in Ross’s shoulder in pure sha.
And then another thought hit her like a truck.
The caras.
Not just the boys in the house—the world.
She sat frozen in disbelief, her mind spiraling. Everyone saw. Everyone heard. Millions of people probably watched lose my mind last night...
She wanted to disappear. To lt into the mattress.
For the ground to split open and swallow her whole.
But Ross stirred beside her, shifting slightly in his sleep, his arm tightening around her waist in an unconscious, protective gesture.
And for a brief mont—just a mont—the sha was replaced by sothing else.
Warmth.
Security.
And a mory of the way he made her feel, over and over, like she was the only woman in the world.
Still, her cheeks flad with embarrassnt. And with her heart pounding in her chest, she could only whisper to herself in disbelief:
"...What have I done?"
Heaven couldn’t bring herself to face the world just yet.
Fear gripped her chest like a vice—the fear of judgnt, of whispers, of what people had seen and heard.
Unable to handle it, she buried her face in the crook of Ross’s neck and squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could disappear.
Ross stirred as her body pressed closer to his. He opened his eyes slowly, his voice gentle but firm.
"You okay?"
Heaven only murmured in reply, a soft, uncertain sound.
"Mmm..." Her mind was a whirlwind of sha, anxiety, and confusion.
She didn’t know how to feel, what to think, or how to move forward from this.
But then Ross’s hand ca to rest against her back, steady and warm.
"Don’t worry," he said softly. "You’re my woman now. And I never let my won be bullied."
With that, he sat up on the bed, rising with quiet authority.
The blanket fell away from his torso, revealing his toned chest and the black mask still resting over his face—his signature look.
He wore only a pair of boxers, but that was enough to draw attention.
He turned to the others in the room, his voice calm yet commanding.
"Guys. I need so privacy."
Every eye in the room landed on him—and then, inevitably, dropped lower.
Even in a relaxed state, Ross’s manhood was unmistakably impressive.
There was a mont of stunned silence, followed by the subtle sound of collective gulps.
Instinctively, several of the boys glanced down at themselves and then back at Ross.
It wasn’t even close.
The sleeping cock of Ross was even bigger than theirs when hard.
They exchanged awkward looks, nodded in silent agreent, and wordlessly began to shuffle out of the room, giving him the space he asked for—no, deserved.
Once the door clicked shut behind them, Ross walked over to his belongings, grabbed a clean towel, and returned to Heaven.
He knelt beside the bed and held it out for her without a word.
Heaven peeked out from under the covers, her face still flushed.
She took the towel with trembling fingers.
"Th-thank you," she whispered, trying to sound steady as she sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her.
She quickly gathered her clothes from the floor, hugging them to her chest, and made her way to the door.
But just as she reached it, a strong hand caught her wrist gently, pulling her back.
Ross turned her around and, without hesitation, kissed her.
It wasn’t hungry or desperate—it was slow, warm, and grounding.
A kiss that said more than words ever could. When he pulled away, he t her eyes and spoke with quiet conviction.
"I’m here for you."
And just like that, sothing in her chest loosened.
The fear didn’t vanish completely, but it dulled—replaced by sothing steadier, sothing real.
She nodded, her lips curling into a shy, grateful smile before turning and slipping out the door.
She made her way toward the girls’ room, heart still pounding, but no longer from sha.
Now... it was sothing closer to hope.
When Heaven stepped into the girls’ room, she barely had ti to take a breath.
The mont the door closed behind her, a barrage of voices hit her from every direction.
"Oh my god, what happened last night?"
"Did he really go all night?"
"Was it as intense as it sounded?"
"Girl, you were screaming! We thought the bed was going to break!"
Heaven’s eyes widened as the girls closed in on her, their faces lit with curiosity and barely restrained excitent.
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