Lyra
I slowly opened my eyes, squinting as the morning light hit my face. A groan slipped out—half annoyance, half exhaustion. The brightness was nad enough, but what made it worse was the feeling of something heavy and constricting wrapped tightly around me.
It felt like a giant phyton had coiled itself around my entire body, squeezing the air right out of my lungs.
I tried to shift my body, wriggling my way out of from his hands yet he only tightened his hands around myself, making it hard for me to escape.
I let out a groan as I pushed his heas that was buried in my neck, feeling the softness of his hair while his hands were wrapped tightly around my waist, and even his legs were on top of me.
“Kyle, move...” my voice were hoarse early in the morning as I keep on pushin
