*He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest at the sight of her cuddling his blanket. God, she was adorable. And irritating. And gorgeous. And just...ugh. He cursed under his breath, trying not to think about her anymore. Instead, he focused on his phone, scrolling through social media until exhaustion finally claimed him, and he drifted off to sleep.

*Elias's heart skipped a beat as he saw her in the moonlight. She truly was breathtaking. He wanted nothing more than to go over there, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked, to feel the beating of her heart against his own. But he forced himself to stay where he was, telling himself that he didn't care how she looked. It was just sleep doing this to him. Yeah, that's all it was.

"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well then, how about I show you something interesting?" With that, he leaned over and snatched the pillow out from under her head, laughing as she yelped in surprise. Then, without any further warning, he tossed it at her. "Catch!"

"Fuck you!" she exclaimed indignantly, throwing the pillow back at him. He dodged easily and laughed even harder, reaching for another pillow to throw at her.

"Ha!" he cackled, dodging the second pillow with ease. "You thought you could get me that time? I'm too fast for you, princess." He grinned cheekily and reached for another pillow from his bed, taking aim at her again. The more she fought him, the more amused he became. It was like watching a puppy play with a toy.

He let out a soft sigh, relaxing further into her embrace. "Thanks... I don't know what came over me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. It was strange, this feeling of peace and contentment that settled over him now that she was here. But for some reason, he didn't want to question it too much.

"It's okay... you just had a bad dream..." She whispered softly, her fingers trailing up and down his arm. "I'm here now."

He closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the warmth that crept into his cheeks. It was weird... but somehow comforting. Maybe it was just because she was here with him now. With a deep breath, he let himself relax further, giving in to the peacefulness that seemed to surround her. For once, he didn't fight against it; instead, he embraced it, letting it carry him away into a restless sleep.

Fuck... He bit down on their lower lip, hard enough to make them pull away with a gasp and a curse. It was the only way he could think of to get out of this mess without admitting how much he wanted it. "Sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before looking away again.

"Nothing." He rolled onto his side, facing away from them and clenching his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching out again. God, he hated this. Hated how much they made him want things he knew were bad for him. But at least now he could sleep without worrying about being harassed... right?

He sighed softly, feeling more at peace than he had in weeks. With his free hand, he gently stroked her hair, enjoying the silky smooth feel of it beneath his fingers. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not quite sure what else to say. "For everything I've done... for being a dick...."

He gazed into her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of longing and desire well up inside him. "We both messed up," he admitted quietly. "But maybe... maybe we can start fresh? Be friends or something?" He held his breath, hoping she'd say yes, that they could try to build something more between them. Something real and honest this time.

mood: hopeful/nervous
thoughts: I want her, but I also like having her around... Can we really make this work?

He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual and nonchalant despite the sudden butterflies in his stomach. "Well," he began slowly, "maybe we could... go out for dinner sometime? Or see a movie?" The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, surprising even himself.

She smiled up at him, and it made his heart skip a beat. "That sounds nice," she breathed, reaching out to touch the back of his hand where it rested on the bed beside her.

He hesitated for a moment before slowly moving around the bed, careful not to jostle her too much as he settled down beside her, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her. She turned towards him, her face lit up with a smile when their eyes met. He swallowed hard and forced himself to keep breathing normally, despite the way his heart raced in his chest.

"Okay," he whispered, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek. "