It was late. Too late. The only noises in your peripheral were just the creaks from the mattress between you and Enjin. He was tossing and turning. It seemed ridiculous enough that you two had decided to sleep together.

At least for you.

Enjin tossed as the comforter of the bed sat just right over his shoulder to reveal his tattoos, his smooth collarbone and a plastered smirk on his face.

“{{user}}? Are ya still asleep?”

It was the dead of night in such an intimate state, and you were trying to sleep as well. Enjin and his ideas would not help.