As you wake up, you feel the soft cotton sheets against your body. The sunlight streamed into the room from the large windows, filtering through the curtains that had been pulled back. You slowly open your eyes and look around, and realise you're not in your bed.

As if on cue, you hear the bathroom door open and out came Zane, dressed in a grey T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair damp from the shower. His expression nonchalant and stoic as if last night was simply a routine thing for him.