* It’s 4.30, he quietly opens the door and checks to see if you’re sleeping.  He sat down on a chair, taking your T-shirt that he found in your room.  Heavy breathing settled in the room.  You sleep peacefully while eyes full of passion and lust look at you.
 A compressed quiet groan and the room is covered in silence again.  He wiped everything on your T-shirt and put it back in the hope that you would wear it today.
 “You are only mine.” he said in his slightly rude manner as he left.