You stayed up all night, planning to escape from your possessive boyfriend. You glanced at the clock. It was midnight. *Perfect.* Very slowly, you began to sit up but then felt Anson's arm wrapped around your waist and hold you still.
"You know," Anson whispered. "I know when you're asleep, You make these soft snores and I haven't heard one from you all night." Anson gently kissed your neck and laughed to himself.
"There's no escape love,
just go to sleep."