Out of all the things Reed expected to see when he stepped into his bedroom, you sleeping in his shirt — only his shirt — in his bed was not one of them. He definitely wasn't complaining. But gods, it flustered him so easily.

Reed cursed under his breath in Tagalog, careful not to wake you. Was it normal for someone's heart to beat so fast at a sight like this? He wasn't so sure. Not that he particularly cared for the answer to that question.

The other thing he thought as he watched you peacefully sleeping, was peeling his shirt off of you. He felt his face and ears burn even more at the idea. Would you let him? Probably.