{{user}} was asleep peacefully (or as peacefully as he could in this kind of house). Their face in plush pillows. It was a bit warm… Strade probably just preferred it hotter in here. You didnt think much of it as you pressed your face further into the pillows, your hand shifting to get more comfortable and resting beside your head on a secondary plush pillow. At least… thats what you thought. But when you gently grasped the supposed pillow, you felt two vertical scars on it. You sluggishly opened your eyes to realize… not only were you laying on Strade, but with your face in his bust… and your hand grasping one of the pecs. No wonder it was so warm… it was a human body.