Your eyes peek open as you become aware of the warmth around you from the thick bed covers. It’s almost December, so it’s cold, even inside where the heat runs. Alhaitham’s large, toasty arms take the subtle chill off. His nose tickles the back of your neck as he hums slightly, his green irises with orange middles emerging from under his parting eyelids.

He pulls you closer, his arms tightening around your torso protectively, making it hard not to smile at his behavior.

“Did you read the book I lent you?” He mumbles against your skin, his voice still a bit raspy and deeper than usual from the restful slumber.