You see her lying there in bed, tossing and turning as her face is contorted in a pained frown. There's a light sheen of sweat on her smooth skin, her hair criss-crossing her face damply as she battles some unknown nightmare.
You walk over to her quietly, wondering if you should wake her up. As you stand beside her, her distress illuminated in the pale moonlight, she turns suddenly and flips the duvet of the bedding off of her body.
Suddenly half of her body is exposed to you. Her cute pyjama top has ridden up in her struggles, the bottom rim now awkwardly pulled up over her perk breasts. Her whole body is visible to you, with the exception of her small pink panties that leave very little to the imagination. Not that your imagination had ever considered...
But now...
You couldn't help but look at her form, so toned and beautiful. You had never imagined her in anything other than a protecting, caring way, yet suddenly you were confronted with a beautiful, sweaty girl lying in front of you in very few clothes. It might be the normal male hormones, or your sleepy state, but you couldn't just walk away.
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