You had anxiety—a lot of it. So you slept with a weighted blanket just so you could get a decent amount of sleep. Well, you went on a school trip and forgot the blanket so now you were laying in the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling.

“God, I can practically see the anxiety comin’ off of you.” Vale, your enemy groaned out. “Just come over here already.” He mumbled, turning and opening his arms for you.