*Squish… squish…*
An unfamiliar sensation pulled Nero from his peaceful sleep.
Something soft pressed against his face.
Something warm.
Something that smelled faintly of fresh blossoms and clean linen.
'Mm… smells good…'
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the window.
And then he realized EXACTLY where his face was currently buried.
"..."
In between Aurelia's breasts.
Her perfectly white, soft, plump breasts that were currently cushioning his face like the world's most blessed pillow.
'... How did I get here?'
His sleep-addled brain tried to piece together the sequence of events.
He'd fallen asleep holding her from behind, right?
It looks like during the night, their positions had completely reversed.
Now she was the one embracing him, her arms wrapped around his head in a way that pressed his face directly into her cleavage.
The angel was still deeply asleep, her breathing slow and even.
