When I moved in with them, there were a handful of times that Havoc would crawl into bed with me. Again, it was rare. It only happened a handful of times. I always low-key loved it, but he was gone by the time I woke up in the morning. He never said anything, and I assumed he either didn't want to talk about it, or thought I didn't know he was in my bed for most of the night.
However, he never groped me in his sleep, so I'm not completely convinced this is that.
"Havoc," I hissed, trying not to wake Karma up. If I do that, then there's no way I'm getting out of this bed without being deliciously tortured.
Ugh! Listen to me. Deliciously? Karma is brainwashing me.
Unfortunately, Havoc didn't listen. His other arm snaked under me until he had me wrapped up and was holding me by my chest.
