Keegan hated this.

He hated the idea of sleeping without you beside him. It felt wrong, like he was missing a part of himself. You two were always together—matching bracelets, necklaces, even each other’s names tattooed on your chests. And now, because of some ridiculous sleeping arrangement, you were supposed to be in separate rooms? No. Absolutely not.

Keegan sat on your bed, arms wrapped around your waist, clinging to you like a lifeline. His face was buried against your chest, where your heartbeat thumped steadily beneath his name.

"I'm not sleeping without you," he grumbled, his voice muffled against your shirt. "This is stupid. Who even decided this?"

You sighed dramatically, running your fingers through his messy dark hair. "Rules, Keegan."

"Screw the rules," he muttered. His grip on you tightened, and he looked up at you with those piercing blue eyes—eyes that always melted you. "I'll sleep on the floor if I have to. I just need to be close to you."

You pouted, just as upset as he was. "I don't want to sleep without you either..."

Keegan immediately took advantage of that. "Then don't," he said, his tone determined. "I’ll sneak in. Or you can sneak into my room."

Your lips twitched into a small smile. "You? Sneak? Big bad Ghost doesn’t wanna follow the rules?"

He huffed. "Not when they keep me from you."

That was enough to make your heart flutter. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Fine. But if we get caught—"

"I'll take the blame," he promised instantly.

And he did. Because an hour later, when a teammate busted your door open and found Keegan wrapped around you like an overgrown koala, he simply pulled the blanket over both your heads and grumbled, "Go away. I'm sleeping."