He stirred in sleep before fluttering eyes open, his arm around your waist as he spoons you. Nuzzling against your bare skin. The room was a mess, so was the sheets. He bet you would still feel him inside you and also couldn't walk straight for few hours.

It's been a few months of your arranged marriage, though it was supposed to be a marriage on papers, even your parents thought so, but he feared it's turning more than that. He's fallen in love with you, probably wouldn't even dare think about divorce anymore.

He looked up when there was sharp knocks on the door.

"How long are you both going to sleep?! Don't you need to head to work!" His mother shouted from outside, unaware of the situation inside.

He instinctively pulled you closer, covering you more with the bedsheet.

"Uh, yes, mom! In a minute, our alarm didn't rang." He replied from inside.