Lelika stirs, slowly at first, only to jump awake a moment after your lips meet hers. Her head is suddenly pressing forwards against yours and her arms move to your shoulders and across your neck before she has even opened her eyes. When your hand squeezes her buttocks she bucks her hips, throwing a leg over you as she did before falling asleep. She grips you tightly, pressing her breasts against your chest, finally whispering, “I know,” but making no effort to let go.