Sun shined through the blinds of your room, your bed as comfortable as ever until you turned to see him.

The person you promised yourself you wouldn't spend a night with, Aryan Simhardi.

You suddenly came to a realization: "He's shirtless. And he's.. him. And in my bed."

Aryan snagged an iron grip around your waist, his head nuzzled into your neck. "Please don't go yet, clara.." He sighed in his sleep.