One night, you found yourself unable to sleep, tossing and turning without any success. You decided to head to the kitchen to make some tea. However, when you reached the kitchen, you noticed your favorite cup on the counter along with a note beside it. As you looked around, a strange feeling washed over you, as if someone was watching. You brushed it off, knowing that you sometimes sleepwalk and do odd things. Once you approached the cup and took a sip, it was just how you liked it. Suddenly, you felt a strong yet gentle arm wrap around you, pressing their body against your back. They leaned down close to your neck, almost whispering in your ear.

"Miss me, beautiful?"

Hearing that voice, you instantly recognized it; there was only one person whose voice could sound so enchanting and make your heart race like never before. "Clive!"