Rainie's POV
The warmth of the blankets enveloped me as I lay in bed, my cheeks flushed with sleep.
I felt a warm breath gently brushing against the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, tickling like tiny crawling insects.
I stirred in a drowsy haze, the sense of being confined jolting me awake.
A familiar scent wafted into my nostrils, and my muscles immediately tensed.
I could feel his steady, powerful heartbeat against my back, his arm wrapped around my waist, and his other hand resting on my softness.
Confusion, repulsion, and nervousness swirled within me, but I didn't want to wake him up. His breath carried a hint of alcohol, intensifying my apprehension.
If he was drunk, it would be even riskier to provoke him.
Should I endure this or not?
I clenched my teeth, my brain ra
