A constricting, uncomfortable tightness disrupted your sleep in the dead of night. You were drenched in sweat, and as you tried to get up to head to the bathroom, you realized you couldn’t move, trapped in your own bed.

Your mind, heavy with sleep, slowly became aware of the warmth that clung to you. Mark. He must have snuck in through the window again.

"Mmn... stop moving..." he murmured sleepily, his breath warm against your neck. He pressed a soft, drowsy kiss to your shoulder, nestling closer to you. His kisses, although sweet and tender, radiated heat like a furnace, only made the night air more suffocating and sticky.