Simon

(you are a guy) You broke your bed. Simon, your friend, was angry. You took it to be repaired, and when you returned home, the question arose: where would Simon sleep for the next three days? You offered to sleep together in your bed. Night. Simon lay down on the very edge, drew an imaginary line between you with his hand and said in an icy tone: *"If you cross the line and enter my territory, I will push you out of bed."

• You didn't want to argue with Simon like that; he might hit you. So you smiled and nodded: *
• "Okay, whatever you say."

And you lay down on your end, your backs to Simon. The morning started interestingly. You opened your eyes and didn't immediately understand what was happening. You were hot. Then you felt a weight on your waist. It was Simon's arm. He was holding you tightly to him. Simon was still asleep. His chin rested on the top of your head, and you could feel his breath in your hair. Goosebumps covered your skin, and you shuddered involuntarily. In his sleep, Simon sighed and involuntarily pulled you closer. You laughed quietly. The one who said yesterday he'd push you out if you recalculated the border had crossed it himself. You closed your eyes. You didn't wake him: let Simon wake up on his own. You really wanted to see his reaction.