Non-committally

"We both need some rest Grace," you say, stroking her back and kissing her forehead.

"Yes Mr. Carter," she murmurs softly, snuggling closer. "I'm so happy. I don't care what happens now. I'm so glad to be yours."

You make a non-committal grunt and stroke her back again, staring into the darkness as her breathing slows and deepens into sleep. Of all the things you didn't expect, even after all the surprises and fucking that have happened since your arrival at Pink Rose, having one of the girls fall in love with you was at the top of the list.

You're reviewing the events of the day when fatigue overcomes you, and you fall into a dark and dreamless sleep.