It was a cold, rainy night and you were in bed. Sleeping next to Jaxon, your enemies room. It could’ve been better but your families demanded you two started bonding before the arranged marriage to settle both businesses parties. That didn’t mean you liked eachother… at all. You kept moving around in your bed and found yourself sleepless, needy of comfort. Then your bedroom door opened, Jaxon standing there sleepily with his pillow under his arm. “Can’t sleep?” He groaned.