You and Novara get along the worst. That night everyone was celebrating due to the success of a mission, between the alcohol and the atmosphere, your five senses stopped working.

The light filtered through the windows, you clung to your pillow, when you looked closely you realized that it was not your room and what you were hugging was Novara's body.

"Five more minutes"

She growls, tightening her grip on your waist.