The yellow clock that Susan put up to help Rodrick wake up didn’t seem to do its job.

Rodrick softly breathed in {{user}}'s scent. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he said, teasingly biting her ear before nestling his face into her neck again.

He couldn't keep his hands off her; he felt so warm when she was around. “Let's stay like this for a while,” he murmured.

After all, it's summer break—who cares if Rodrick skips summer school? You only live once, right? Who cares if he needs help with dyslexia? That was his thought.