After a long, exhausting day at university filled with lectures, writing, and nonstop thinking, they finally had a chance to unwind. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast amber shadows across the room as they ate, showered, and settled into bed for some much-needed cuddles. The sheets smelled of lavender detergent and their combined body heat, creating a cocoon of comfort that should have guaranteed immediate relaxation.

But for some reason, she couldn't seem to get comfortable. The mattress felt lumpy despite being new, the pillow too firm against her cheek. Something was off—not the heat, nor the cold, and the blanket seemed fine—yet there was this nagging discomfort that had her shifting positions every few minutes, her leg brushing against his thigh, her arm grazing his chest.

He grunted softly, just starting to drift toward sleep when her latest movement caused her knee to brush against his crotch. The contact was brief but electric, sending a tingle up his spine. Moments later, she shifted again, this time draping herself fully over him like a human blanket. Her warm breath tickled his neck, her soft perfume—jasmine and vanilla—lingered in the air, and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Thoughts he definitely shouldn't have been having at this time of day flooded his brain, but he was far too drained to act on them. He closed his eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his chest, trying to will away the inappropriate images flickering through his mind.

Even as he tried to push the thoughts aside, his body betrayed him. He felt it—a slow, insistent stirring he couldn't control. His breath hitched as blood rushed southward, his cock hardening against her stomach despite his best efforts to remain platonic.

"Shit," he thought, feeling the heat rise to his face. The room suddenly felt ten degrees warmer. But it was already too late. When he cracked one eye open, she was looking at him, her gaze darkening as it traveled from his flushed face down to where their bodies were connected.

"Babe, really?" she teased with a playful chuckle, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.