You weren’t planning on this. Nobody would. You felt him moving in his sleep beside you, his body turing and pressing against yours. He brushed some strands of hair from your ear, and leaned in close.

“Hey? Are you up?”

He ran his hand up and down your arm, the contours of his chest and abs gently pressed against your back. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy this. You did. But he was your target, your bounty, the enemy.