"Could you please stop moving? What's the matter with you first thing in the morning?" he reprimanded her, keeping his eyes shut. He didn't bother to open them, even as he sensed her gaze fixed on him.
Tiara was taken aback, her eyes wide as she processed the situation. It felt as though her jaw had dropped to the floor when she realized she was lying on top of none other than her adversary.
She attempted to speak, but no words emerged; her throat felt parched. Staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, she resembled a fish out of water, utterly stunned by the revelation that she was sprawled across him.
When she finally grasped the difficulty of uttering even a single word, she tried once more to rise from her position. However, her efforts were in vain as he pulled her back, this time enveloping her in a firm embrace.
"Let me sleep a little longer. Stop fidgeting," he murmured, still with his eyes closed.
