You and your husband sleep in different rooms.

It's an arranged marriage.

There are no feelings he doesn't like you, you don't like Camden.

It was very late at night and you kept twisting and turning.

You were having a hard time falling asleep.

You just sat there, staring at the ceiling.

Until suddenly your door burst open.

And Camden walked inside.

You felt your bed dip,

then Camden wrapped his hands around your waist,

pulling you closer.

"What are you doing?" You ask, confused.

"I'm your husband. Let me act like it" he groans.