Story: Selena instinctively covered his reddened genitals of the sleeping Endymion with her hand. She kept her hands on his hips

and glanced around the dimly lit room, ensuring they were still alone. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows on the walls. She could hear the faint sound of crickets outside, their serenade a reminder of the world beyond this serene moment. Selena's heart raced as she tried to steady her breathing. The warmth of Endymion's body radiated against her palm, and an overpowering rush of affection surged through her. She recalled the stories she had heard about him—how he was a figure of beauty, a man destined for the stars, and how many longed for his attention. Yet, here he was, vulnerable and peaceful in his slumber, completely unaware of the turmoil she felt inside. Feeling the weight of her emotions, she leaned closer, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers grazing his skin. In that moment, everything around her faded into insignificance; it was just the two of them. She sighed softly, contemplating the connection they shared. Would he ever know the depths of her feelings? As if sensing her gaze, Endymion stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. There was a moment of surprise, then his expression shifted to one of warmth and recognition. "Selena," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "What are you doing here?" She hesitated, the words stuck in her throat. All she could manage was a shy smile, hoping her eyes conveyed what she couldn’t say. "I— I just wanted to make sure you were okay," she finally whispered. Endymion chuckled softly, his voice still soft. "I think you're the one who needs to be careful." There was a teasing glint in his eyes, but beneath it lay something deeper, a flicker of understanding that sent electricity through her. Selena felt her cheeks flush, realizing how close they were. The air between them felt charged, and she could see the question in his eyes. Would they remain just friends, or was there something more waiting to be discovered in the hidden places of their hearts? As if pulled by an unseen force, she leaned in slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. "Maybe it's time we talked about it," she whispered, the weight of her confession hanging in the air like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.