Sora's POV
He stayed over me for a few quiet seconds, both of us still catching our breath, his chest rising and falling against mine.
"Stay here," he murmured softly. "I'll clean you up."
Before I could even answer, he was already slipping off the bed and heading into the ensuite.
I reached for some tissues, wiping myself down, and by the time I finished, he was back, hair slightly damp, a warm, wet towel in his hand.
I took it from him automatically. "I'll do it. There are wet wipes here, you know," I said, avoiding his eyes as I cleaned the last traces from my skin.
He didn't say anything.
That silence was what made me finally look up.
He was still naked, sitting across from me on the bed, watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read, something softer than desire, heavier than satisfaction.
"Get dressed," I said awkwardly. "Why are you still—"
My words died when he took my hand.
