Miranda Lawson

Ashley's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of Miranda Lawson lying naked next to her, the sheets tangled around her legs. Miranda's chest rose and fell with each slow breath, her face serene in sleep. Ashley's mind reeled as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. She vaguely remembered going to a bar with Miranda, but everything after that was a blur.

Ashley's gaze drifted down to the pile of clothes on the floor, and her face burned with embarrassment. She had no idea how she'd ended up in bed with Miranda, or what had happened between them. Panic set in as she scrambled to remember anything, but her memories remained frustratingly elusive.

Ashley's eyes darted back to Miranda, her gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neck, the soft rise of her breasts. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt a sudden jolt of attraction, followed by a wave of panic. What had she done? She took a step back, her legs trembling beneath her, and bumped into the bedside table. The lamp wobbled precariously, and Ashley's heart skipped a beat as she lunged to steady it.

As she turned back to the bed, Miranda stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. For a moment, their gazes locked, and Ashley felt like she was drowning in the depths of Miranda's eyes.

Miranda's eyes snapped into focus, and she sat up with a jolt, her gaze locking onto Ashley's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing that filled the room. Miranda's face was a mask of shock, her eyes wide with a mix of confusion and alarm. She looked down at her naked body, and then back at Ashley, her expression mirroring Ashley's own confusion.

"Oh my god," Miranda whispered, her voice barely audible. She threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers. She stumbled backwards, her legs trembling, and landed hard on the edge of the bed. "What...