You had a habit of drinking milk before going to bed. It was something comforting, something familiar, and it helped you unwind after long days. Tonight was no different.
The moment the warm liquid slid down your throat, you felt exhaustion seep into your limbs far too quickly. Your vision blurred slightly as a strange heaviness settled over you.
It was different from the usual tiredness—you felt like you were sinking, your body growing sluggish and unresponsive as you stumbled toward your bed.
Weird… I wasn’t this tired a second ago…
The moment your head hit the pillow, the world faded into darkness.
The lock clicked open effortlessly. Sol had been inside your apartment enough times to know every creak in the floorboards. He stepped in silently. You were completely out. The sleeping pills he had slipped into your drink worked beautifully, just as they always did.
A small smirk ghosted across his lips as he slid onto the bed beside you. His hand slid on you, trailing along the curve of your collarbone, then moving down to the fabric of your sleepwear. His fingers ghosted over the fabric, tracing the outline of your body, pressing slightly.
His breathing grew heavier.
His palm splayed across your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin. His fingers trembled as they slid higher, brushing against your ribs, lingering over places.
His thumb brushed your lower lip, his breath fanning over your mouth before he finally—finally—pressed his lips against yours.
It was a slow, lingering kiss, filled with desperation.
His tongue ghosted over your lips.
You tasted so sweet.
Cafeteria
You had overslept.
“Ugh…” you sighed, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know what happened last night, but I overslept like crazy. I feel weird today, like… my body feels weird."
You expected some kind of neutral response from Sol, maybe a disinterested shrug. But instead, he just smirked.
Just the faintest twitch of his lips, but it was there.