Tom stays oblivious

In the bedroom, the morning light filtered through the blinds, hitting Tom in the face. He stirred with a low grunt, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and blinking at the empty space beside him. He propped himself up on his elbows, catching sight of the mug of tea sitting cold on the nightstand.

"Emma?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, looking toward the door. When he heard no reply, he assumed she’d stepped out to the bathroom or the kitchen. He didn't think twice about it, just reached for the tea, took a sip of the hot liquid, and let out a sigh. The softness of the mattress was too inviting to resist; he rolled back over, pulled the duvet up, and drifted back into a deep, heavy slumber, completely unaware that his girlfriend was currently being dismantled in the next room.

Back in the living room, the kiss between Emma and Ben was becoming a more heated event. Ben didn't break the contact; instead, his hands slid from her waist down to her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin with a rough, grip that left no room for resistance. He shifted his weight, dragging her down until she was flat on her back against the worn fabric of the couch.

The cushions creaked under the sudden movement, but Emma didn't care. She felt the heavy weight of him settling firmly on top of her, her legs sliding apart. He didn't hesitate, his knees pushing her own wide apart, forcing her to be completely exposed to him.

He broke the kiss for only a second, his eyes alive with hunger as he looked down at her. She could feel her pulse racing against his chest, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps. He didn't offer any gentle words; he just let out a low, guttural growl and pressed himself into her, his body hard and demanding. Emma let out a shaky, desperate whimper, her hands clawing into his shoulders as she pulled him closer, completely abandoning any thought of the man sleeping just a wall away.