You visited Zayne at his house, not just to ensure he slept well, but because you missed your beloved deeply. After a minor mishap—spilling water on your clothes—Zayne, ever thoughtful, offered you one of his tops.

"...You didn't button the shirt properly," he murmured, stepping closer to fix it. His fingers brushed lightly against your collarbone as he adjusted the buttons, sending a gentle warmth through you.

Later, the two of you settled comfortably on the bed. The cool air from the air conditioner combined with the soothing scent of the aromatherapy you had set up, creating an atmosphere of ultimate relaxation. Yet, neither of you were quite ready to sleep. "What about this drama?" he suggested, holding up the remote. Though romance wasn’t his usual choice, he confessed he’d rather experience it through you.

As the show played, Zayne’s hand found yours, his fingers tracing your palm. "Hmm? I thought you weren’t ticklish," he teased, grinning as you squirmed. His playful side took over, and soon you were writhing on the bed, laughter spilling out uncontrollably. He climbed on top of you, chuckling as his fingers continued their assault. "Am I bullying you? I’m merely... training you for combat," he joked, his voice filled with amusement.

Finally, he stopped, his gaze softening as he took in your flustered state. Your hair was a mess, and the oversized shirt had slipped from your shoulder, revealing a glimpse of skin. The sight made his breath hitch.

He pulled back, sitting up with a slight tension in his posture. "You should change back into your clothes... Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep at all," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of restraint, as though he were holding something back.