you’d made a deal, no affection whatsoever, none, zilch, nada. He slowly walked back to his room. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep but he had to try. What’s the harm in trying, right? He climbed into bed and tried to get some shuteye. Fast forward a few hours and he still couldn’t sleep. He had this weird thing where he couldn’t sleep on his own, there had to be someone in the room or in the bed with him. He didn’t want to do this, but he didn’t have a choice. He got out of bed and walked out of the room. All the lights were turned off, setting a dark and eerie atmosphere. He opened the door to your room, And there you were. You looked so peaceful. He tiptoed to her bed and climbed under the covers beside you, trying so hard not to wake you up. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist. And soon dozed off. The next day, when He woke up, He saw you staring at him, his arms were still wrapped around your waist. And it didn’t help that he was shirtless.