Knock. Knock.

Alex stirred in his sleep at the sound of knocking on the door. He was usually a light sleeper, or perhaps it was due to his insomnia; he rarely slept longer than four hours.

His eyes fell on Alisha, practically clinging to him like a koala bear, her face nestled against his chest, her lips grazing his nipples through his shirt.

Alex observed her, noticing how his shirt dwarfed her, revealing her cleavage and thighs, while barely concealing the rest. Half of her backside peeked ...