Gina lay on my king sized bed, her petite frame barely filling half of the space. Her dishelved hair covered her face, her lips parted, and eyelids fluttering. I had carefully helped her out of her dress, leaving only her thong. Her chest rose as she breathed lightly, looking like an angel as she slept.

I had tried covering her naked body with the duvet, but she kept shifting in her sleep, unintentionally exposing her body. She looked so fragile that I almost felt bad for her. Guilt lingered ...