Lilyan huffed and rolled her eyes, then stood up and walked to her dresser. She ran her brush through the few tangles Zayd had caused and then threw the brush at his face. He dodged it easily and it fell behind him on the bed. The alarm clock on the floor said it was nine o'clock. She would usually be getting ready for bed at this time.
“Joking aside,” she said, “we do need to get some sleep.” Her mind drifted back to thoughts of him holding her but she pushed them aside, ignoring the strange tingling sensation of warmth the mental images caused her to feel.
“Your nose scrunches up when you're thinking,” he smirked up at her. She furrowed her eyebrows at him. “What? It does,” he shrugged.
“It's probably not a good idea for us to try to sleep on that thing together,” she said, ignoring h
