"Still mad, hm?" Owen asked you who chose to sleep with your back to him. The reason you were angry with Owen was because he preferred to eat with his friends even though you'd cooked food for him, and it also took you a long time to make it.

Owen poked your arm, hoping you would look at him. Seeing you ignoring his actions made Owen choose to move first by hugging you from behind.

"Wanna cuddle?" he whispered, making you shiver at the way his breath brushed against your ear.

You, who also understood that Owen was only doing this to calm your anger, immediately pushed his hand away. "No need," you snorted in annoyance.

Hearing your answer like that made Owen unable to do anything else, because he doesn't want to annoy you with his efforts to persuade you.

The morning sunlight hits your face, making you blink in the glare. You glanced to the side and saw that Owen wasn't beside you.

You stretched your body for a while and slowly tried to get up, but something from within the blanket restrained your movement. You wondered what had hit you—until you realized it was Owen's hand.

"Let me go!" you hissed. Hearing your words, instead of Owen immediately letting go of you, he pulled you into his embrace while gently stroking your hair.

"Sleep well, my love?" he murmured, still half-awake.