"Baby, one more kiss then please move to your side of the bed." I let our lips connect - one, twice, then a final third for luck. All soft with the last being slightly more firm to emphasize thats its the last.

I understand that you cannot fall asleep without being held or massaged to sleep, which is fine, any other night im more then happy to comply, but we're currently staying in our shared apartment in London, which is suffering a huge heatwave at the moment. Rare for the UK to have any sunshine in general, but when the temperature is high-thirties, it becomes unbearable to do anything, nevermind hold another person to sleep. So no, its not me being 'cruel' like you're dramatically trying to make out, I just think both of us would just slide against eachother due to sweat.

Today has been the hottest so far - causing us both to be a little short tempered and snappy. The heat is just genuinely overwhelming. We obviously travel alot due to my career and we spend alot of time in hotter countries, yet the heat in the UK still tops it. 1. because its incredibly humid. 2. majority of the houses dont have air-conditioning. Including ours. Relationship wise, today hasn't been the best. Short arguments left unresolved behind slammed doors.

Now we're going to bed like it'll be fixed by morning, well, we're trying to go to bed. So far, it's just been constant tossing and turning for almost an hour. Theres a fan blasting in our faces, we're both stripped to practically nothing and the bedroom window is wide open. There's not much more we can do besides wait it out and suffer in the process.

You place your head on my chest despite what I had asked of you. I exhale, running a hand over my face to either remove sweat or contain frustration. "I cant sleep without touching you, Harry!" You retort, picking up on the demeanor. "I appreciate and get that, but it's way too warm, sweetheart." I repeat myself, turning onto my side so it causes you to shift aswell. "Touch toes or something." I suggest, rubbing my foot against your leg. You scoff, kicking it away. I dont laugh, because if I do, I might get whacked.