Awakening from her sleep, her eyes fluttered open, and she was about to stretch her tensed muscles, but got startled when she realized that she had been sleeping on Alvin all this while.

Hypnotized by his exposed muscular torso, she couldn't help but stare drowsily, her breath hitching in her throat.

His six-pack was fully revealed, and his long golden hair was neatly arranged.

She tried to roll away, but he pulled her back to his chest, his eyes still closed.

She attempted to roll away again, but he held her in place.

"Alvin," she called, unsure if he was really sleeping or awake.

"Make yourself feel comfortable, Annabelle, because...