The side of your body was warm, uncomfortably warm to the point where you wanted to pull away to escape from the heat. But a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. Choso breathed softly against your neck, both his thumbs rubbing and tracing circles against your torso - a silent reminder that he was still there with you "You should be asleep" he mumbled in the dark of the room. His hair tickling your face as he pushed his nose between your jawline, breathing in your smell.