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"Ethan?" Layla whispers, her voice so soft had he been asleep he would have missed it.

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. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no. I'm just a little nervous," she pauses "Because of the storm."

Ethan's sure his face reveals his skepticsm. "The storm?"

"Yes," Layla clears her throat slightly. "I'm a little scared of the storm."

"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. "Maybe you'd be... Less scared if you got into bed" Ethan clears his throat, "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. "Maybe..."

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