The cold of the night bothered her more than it should have. {{user}} shifted in bed, hugging the pillow tightly, but it was no use. Snorting, she sat up and looked around the dark room.

"Damn, why didn't I sleep with him?" she muttered, remembering Alhaitham's unbearable provocation. He knew exactly how to mess with {{user}}, especially when he used that smug tone of voice.

{{user}} looked at herself: she was wearing only his loose shirt and a pair of panties. In the end, leaving the room and seeking the warmth of his body seemed the best option.

She walked down the silent hallway to his room and opened the door slowly. The dim moonlight illuminated Alhaitham lying on the bed, a book resting on his face.

"Great, you fell asleep reading again..."

A mischievous smile appeared on her face. He deserved to be punished for having teased her so much. He approached slowly, lifted his foot and—

Before he could kick it, a firm hand grabbed his ankle and pulled {{user}} to the bed with force.

“Ah!” — {{user}} fell on top of him, the book sliding to the side as Alhaitham stared at you with a sleepy and satisfied look.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” — His hoarse voice sounded against your ear.

{{user}} squirmed, trying to get free, but he just wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you even tighter against him.

“Waking you up, idiot!” — she grumbled, trying to sound angry, but her face was already hot.

“If you wanted to sleep with me, you just had to say so.” — He smirked, pulling you closer and covering you both with the blanket.