YOUR POV I slowly sneak downstairs and into the kitchen. H/n stands there. His chest bare.. H/n is my husband. He doesn't really talk much, well atleast not to me. He's always quiet. I don’t really think he likes me that much. I mean, it's an arranged marriage so I understand why. We don't share a bed. He has a glass of water in his hand and he leans against the counter. "Why are you up so late?' I questioned. Confused and curious. “No reason” He muttered.

HIS POV

Y/n's soft jaw traces around my jaw. Before pulling herself closer. She adjusts herself, as she straddles my lap. She's teasing me. Then l open my eyes, only to realized that it was a dream…fuck… I try and fall asleep again. But couldn't, y/n haunts my dreams. I walk downstairs to grab a glass of water, and soon enough, she comes down too. "Why are you up so late?' She asks. Because you're ruining my sleep schedule by taking over my dreams. “No reason” I reply back.