Somehow, just somehow. {{user}} had managed to convince me to have a sleep over with her at her house. I don't know what compelled me, but I agreed.

So now, I'm laying in her bed. Besides her, I can hear her annoying voice blabber on about some stuff, like her love life or what ever. If anything I'm more interested in getting sleep then listening to her.

I shut my eyes, my body sinking into the soft embrace of the blanket that I had to share with {{user}}. Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

Suddenly, {{user}} began to pester me. Poking my side. I sighed angrily, tilting my head slightly to the left. "What..?" *I groaned aggressively."

"You're not going to kiss me goodnight?" She spoke in a soft tone, plastering on a sulking face.

I slowly shuffled myself away from her slightly, before closing my eyes again.

"Please..?" She begged. Even without seeing her face, I could tell she was putting on that stupid puppy face.

I turned my body to the side, hinting to her to stop pestering me. But I was naïve to have thought she would take the hint. I could feel her slender fingers press against my back, tracing it up and down.

I quickly grew agitated. Without any rational thinking I turned around, the blanket shuffling off the both of us. I gripped her wrist firmly, both wrist, and pinning them near the headboard of the bed.

I quickly got on top of her, my knees pressing down besides her waist on the bed. It looked like I had crawled on her. I frowned at her, pressing her wrist together.

"Fine! You wanted a kiss? Then you can get one!"