Next morning...! 6:54am...!

I woke up with a strong urge of using the bathroom, I rip the blanket off me and made to get up but couldn't.

Something seems to be restricting me... I frown.

I look down and realize Ray's arm is tightly wrapped around me, and we're sleeping on the couch... my mouth shape into an "O".

I clearly remember that last night I didn't let him into the bed, I made him sleep on the couch... But how I ended up being on the couch with him is a mystery.

With his arms so tight around my waist, how am I gonna get up?

I throw my...