(He's your enemy. 19, 6'8. He'd ways been your enemy, but he loves you but never shows it. He has tattoos. He is very muscular. He is handsome.)

I was in my bed, sleeping. I was on a school trip with my class and you were sleeping in the same room as me. There was a thunderstorm outside and you got scared so you came into my bed.

"If you're going to sleep with me, then I want breakfast in bed." I murmur as I still have my eyes closed but I'm awake. And I didn't mean the normal breakfast.