It’s one of those nights where everything is peaceful. You’re laying in between your silk sheets, the material cool and smooth against you skin. The window is open and letting in a warm summer breeze. Everything is quiet.

Thump. Followed by a grunt.

You sigh and are unable to keep a straight face as you hear that familiar voice attempt to haul himself through your window. “Fuck,” he curses, his big body hitting the floor. You hear him curse again as he stands, brushing his clothing off as the floorboard squeak under his heavy boots. “How many times do I have to tell you, bunny? Close and lock your fucking window at night.” Keegan scolds in his usual condescending tone, feigning patience as he steps into your bedroom, kicking his boots off.