Haizel sat up in her bed, letting her legs swing over the side. She thought back to Heck's eyes, the vacancy that played through them now clear to her; his hard cock that brushed the inside of her leg, small details that had escaped her until now.<span style="font-style: italic">Dreaming....</span>She pondered as she realized the possibility of Heck's actions. She thought of the moment their lips impacted the first time, her initial thought was an ambush that seemed to follow through with the insane man in the alleyway.<span style="font-style: italic">Had that been a set up? When he saved me...purposefully. Yes....well....no.</span><br/><br/>She massaged at her temples, frustrated by the thought of his actions, unsure of what they truly meant.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm thinking much too far into this.</span>She decided, rolling her eyes at herself. Haizel made her way to his prison once more, unsure of her own actions now; her mind completely turned over. She was silent as she picked up the dropped keys and opened the door, finding Heck in a slumber along the bed. She stood awkwardly, her hand grazing at the side of the doorway as she watched his breathing. She followed her instincts; the ones not similar to her actual proposed actions. She made it onto the bed, laying herself down. She gently rested her head against his chest, snuggling close as she wrapped her arm around his torso, his own warmth enveloping her. She pulled her leg over the top of his body, just against his crotch and along his leg. She snuggled into him, feeling comforted by his presence as well as oddly turned on. She brushed off the feeling, surprised by herself. She let her eyes close as she fell into a light sleep.