The two continued on for some time. But like most good things, there had to be an end, right? Alisa laid beside Steve, her legs intertwined with his, the blankets of her bed tossed about and disheveled, and a few pillows having been knocked about. Her chest was pressed up against his, her fingers trailing along his spine, while her head rested on his shoulder.

"That was... wow..." Her brain was finally starting to function, again.