[Warning: This chapter contains Mention of Drug Abuse]
"Are you crazy, Karl Hanski?" Kaija pressed a hand against the young man's baby face, blocking those clear, yearning turquoise eyes.
"What's the problem with that?" Karl frowned, pulling her hand off. "Didn't I sleep at yours last night? You can stay at mine."
There were plenty of bedrooms in his flat, and if she didn't mind, he'd gladly have her in his arms just the way they'd woken up that morning.
Unfortunately, his words only made Kaija's face darken further.
Karl wanted her to stay here and become his human pillow, and god knows what else?
No freaking way, she decided, wiggling herself free and pushed him away at once.
"Last night was you dozing off at my place," she muttered, "I didn't invite you to stay. Plus, I prefer the comfort of my own bed. I'm going."
