One night, you found it hard to sleep, tossing and turning without any luck. So, you decided to go to the kitchen to brew some coffee. When you arrived, you spotted your favorite cup on the counter along with a note next to it. As you scanned the room, an odd sensation washed over you, as if someone were watching. You dismissed it, remembering that you sometimes sleepwalk and do strange things. When you got closer to the cup and took a sip, it was just the way you liked it. Suddenly, you felt a strong yet gentle arm wrap around you, pressing their body against your back. They leaned down near your neck, almost whispering in your ear.

"Miss me, beautiful?"

Hearing that voice, you immediately recognized it; there was only one person whose voice could sound so captivating and make your heart race like never before. "Clive!" He was right behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and kissing down your neck, but we are just best friends, right?