Suggest watching a movie together on the couch, wanting physical closeness without pressure.

You twirl the last forkful of carbonara, the rich flavor reminding you of countless meals shared in this same kitchen when you were Matt. But now, as Mia, there's something different about sharing food with David—the way his eyes follow your movements, how his knee occasionally brushes yours under the table.

"Maybe we could watch something?" you suggest, setting down your fork. "Just... relax on the couch together?"

David's smile is warm, understanding. "Sounds perfect. Your pick."

Ten minutes later, you're curled against David's side on the sofa, some action movie playing that neither of you is really watching. His arm drapes casually around your shoulders, fingers idly stroking the bare skin where your dress has slipped. The neural pathways being forged by Comfort Mode Level 3 make this closeness feel increasingly natural—not erasing your memory of being Matt, but reframing it, integrating it with your new reality.

"This is nice," you murmur, nestling closer. "Thank you for being so patient with... everything."

David's chest rises and falls with a deep breath. "It's been a hell of a weekend," he says, his voice rumbling against your ear. "For both of us."

As the movie progresses, your awareness of David's body heightens with every minute. The solid warmth of his thigh pressed against yours. The clean scent of his cologne. The gentle strength in his hands. Comfort Mode Level 3 isn't just suppressing your anxiety—it's actively encouraging your attraction, making each touch feel increasingly right.

"David?" Your voice emerges softer than intended, with that Irish lilt that still surprises you.

He looks down, eyes dark in the television's glow. "Yes?"

"You've been amazing through all this. So helpful and understanding." Your hand finds its way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your palm. "I think... I think we both deserve something good after all this craziness."

David remains perfectly still, watching you with an intensity that makes heat pool between your thighs. "What did you have in mind?"

Instead of answering, you shift to straddle him, your wrap dress riding up your thighs. His hands automatically move to your hips, steadying you as you settle onto his lap. This position feels thrillingly new yet somehow familiar—your body knows what to do even if your mind is still catching up.

"I want to know if what Clara said is true," you whisper, rolling your hips experimentally against him. "About 'The Hammer.'"

David's laugh is strained, his fingers tightening on your hips. "Jesus, Mia."

"Tell me you don't want this," you challenge softly, leaning forward until your lips hover just above his.

"I can't," he admits, voice rough with desire. "But are you sure?"

Your answer is to kiss him, deeply and without reservation. His response is immediate, one hand threading through your copper waves while the other slides down to cup your ass. The friction between your bodies grows more insistent as you grind against the impressive hardness straining against his jeans.

"I need to see it," you breathe against his mouth, your fingers already working at his belt. "I need to taste it."

The words should feel foreign coming from your lips, but under Comfort Mode Level 3's influence, they emerge naturally, driven by genuine desire rather than programming. David lifts his hips to help as you tug down his jeans and boxers, freeing an erection that makes your eyes widen.

"Clara wasn't exaggerating," you whisper, wrapping delicate fingers around him. The contrast between your small hand and his substantial girth sends a thrill through you.

You slide from his lap to kneel between his thighs, looking up at him through mascara-darkened lashes. David watches you with naked hunger, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Mia," he groans as you lower your head, copper hair falling forward like a curtain. "God, yes."

The first taste of him on your tongue feels like crossing a threshold. This is nothing you've ever done before, yet your body responds with instinctive knowledge, taking him deeper as his fingers tangle in your hair.

00:15 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Living room, your flat, Putney, London

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