synopsis: you move away from them in your sleep because you feel hot
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He had his arm wrapped around you with his other arm under your head, legs tangled under the sheet. You woke up feeling like a burrito who’s just been in a microwave. The way Zayne was wrapped around you was comfortable, and if it had been an ordinary night, you would’ve loved it.
But it’s not an ordinary night. It was summer, and it had just been such a hot day that even with the AC on, you were sweating, and with Zayne hugging you and the fluffy blanket thrown on the both of you, it just felt too much.
Still groggy from sleep, you slowly move his arms away and remove the blanket. You feel like every movement is causing you to sweat more. Zayne wakes up from his sleep just to see you wiggling like a slug away from him. He grabs your arm.
You shake his arm off, “’s too hot, love.”
He sighs. Standing up, he heads to the AC and turns it up higher, heads back to bed, and places the blanket on the edge of the bed.
He lays back down on the bed, “Better?”
You return back to him, using his arm as a pillow.
“Mhm,” you hum, already falling back to sleep. He places his hand on your stomach, giving you space while watching your chest rise and fall, lulling him to sleep once more.
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He wakes up from the feeling of being pushed. He opens his eyes and sees you; eyes closed, brows furrowed, and lips tugging downward. He pulls you in closer,
“Hey, pipsqueak? Nightmare?”
You tsked, “Get off, too hot,” still pushing him away.
He stands up to open the window. A cool breeze flows in, and you heave a sigh of relief. Rubbing his eyes, he checks the clock.
Heading to the kitchen, he grabs a glass of cold water, making sure not to bump into anything as sleep is quickly catching up to him. He nudges you awake,
“Pipsqueak, drink some water.”
He slowly guides you to sit up and brings the glass to your lips. You grab the glass to drink.
After drinking, you push the glass to his lips, indicating him to drink too. He does. He lays down on the bed, faces you, and grabs your hand, going back to sleep.
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You wake up due to extreme heat. Your head is on Sylus’ chest with his arm wrapped around your waist. You groan, trying to get away from him. The weather was already hot, and being next to him feels like sleeping beside a furnace.
“Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?”
You turn to see Sylus looking at you. You finally remove his arm from you. You tell him that it’s hot. He raises his brow and rakes a stare down your body—you’re wearing a tank top with shorts and you still feel hot?
He goes to the AC, turns it up to the highest (lowest?) level, and goes back to bed.
He sighs, “Better?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond and just grabs your hand, wrapping his arms around you, more securely this time.
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He’s staying over at your place for the night because you invited him to dinner. You were already fast asleep, but he kept pacing back and forth. It was just so hot in your room. His place was by the sea, so it was never hot.
‘It’s just one night, you’re gonna be fine,’ he thought as he slips beside you on the bed.
The moment he touched your skin, you were already pulling away, discarding your blanket.
“What the—heyyy, why are you pulling away? I thought you wanted to sleep with me?”
He grabs your blanket and wraps it around you. You start to wake up.
“Rafayel, get this blanket off me. It’s so hot, I can’t breathe.”
You manage to break away from the blanket and lay on your stomach. He grabs the blanket and starts lightly smacking you with it.
“If you knew it was gonna be this hot, why did we even eat here? We could’ve eaten at my place. If you wanted to cook, you could’ve there.”
He guides you to stand up and drags you outside your apartment to his car and heads to his place.
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You had stayed at Xavier’s apartment for the night ’cause you got caught up with reading his new books. When you finally closed the book, the sky was already pitch black. You walk to his room and see him reading on his bed. Yawning, you lay down beside him and lay your head on his upper thigh, wrapping your hands around his waist and drifting off.
Xavier smiles as he strokes your head, humming to help you fall asleep. After a few moments, you roll over to your side of the bed, leaving him cold and wondering why you pulled away.
He closes his book and places it on the nightstand.
He removes your hair from your face and places a kiss on your cheek.
You smile, “Too hot, Xavi.”
He softly laughs, caressing your cheek before standing up to close the window and turning on the AC.
He kisses your forehead, “Is this better?”
You hum, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him to bed with you.
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