You were on your period and already irritated.

Somehow, Elio breathing the wrong way was enough to start an argument.

It wasn’t even a real fight—just you being annoyed, him being confused, and both of you too stubborn to drop it.

So you grabbed a pillow and marched to the guest room, ignoring the way he called your name once before giving up.

You woke up in the middle of the night, warm and half-asleep.

For a second, you forgot where you were. Then you felt an arm around your waist.

You blinked, turning your head slightly.

Elio was asleep behind you, like he had been there all night.

You frowned, trying to lift his arm—his grip tightened.

“Where are you going,” he mumbled.

“You’re in the wrong room,” you whispered.

He just pulled you closer, burying his face against your shoulder. “Didn’t feel like sleeping without you.”