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Sitting up slightly, Ethan answers. "Yeah?"

Layla slips into the room slightly, the dim light of the hall behind her observing her features. She's wearing what looks to be a bathrobe, loosely tied together around her waist. It barely covers her chest, her nipples nearly poking out, although it does a slightly better job keeping her lower endowment hidden. "Did I wake you?"

"No," Ethan eyes her breasts, feeling himself rising below the sheets. "I was still awake, what-" Ethan almost says 'up', but stops himself, "Wrong?"

"I... I was just-" she pauses "I was just a little scared of the storm is all..."

Ethan lets that sink in for a moment. "You were... Scared of the storm?"

Layla shrugs, the motion loosening her robe slightly. Her tits are almost fully revealed now, although the shadows of the room make them hard to properly see. Ethan can't tell if this was on purpose or not. "Just a little..."

"I see," Ethan props himself on his elbow, "But I thought you were a big girl?"

Shrugging again, Layla's robe opens full, exposing all of her. "I'm a very big girl," she sways her hips slightly, showing off her meaty cock and womanly curves. "But even big girls get scared."

Not sure where you let his eyes land, Ethan gets a dry feeling in the back of his throat. "Okay... Would you be less scared if you slept with me?"

After taking a moment to consider the question, Layla nods her head, shrugging off her robe fully and letting it fall to the ground behind her. "Uh-huh..."

Soaking in the shadow-painted sight of her, Ethan pulls back the covers, inviting Layla in.