Haji POV

I knew she was pretending to be asleep.

Up until she actually began snoring, I was convinced that she was pretending. After an hour or so, midnight hit and she was in a deep sleep, leaving me tense and hard beside her. My room was complete though. Saya was lying beside me asleep in my arms but I hadn't imagined myself being so unsatisfied lying next to her. I let out a soft chuckle and watched her sleep almost peacefully for a few more minutes before I decided that I was uncomfortable in my own clothes. I slithered from under the sheets and walked out the room, heading to the bathroom. A cold shower usually helps me in this situation but Saya's soft breathing and moans kept teasing my mind to the point where instead of going down, it kept growing. I groaned in frustration but after several more minutes of trying, it finally relaxed and I climbed out of the shower with a towel around my waist. I peeked back in the room and found her still asleep in my bed only this time she was stretched out on her back.

I pulled on another pair of pajama pants and headed downstairs. I wasn't entirely tired. I flipped through the TV channels for about three hours, stopping on every few channels, finding something interesting.

Around 3 A.M, I had started to doze off, feeling tired for once. I closed my eyes for a moment, relaxing in the couch cushions. When I opened my eyes for the first time, it almost seemed too quiet around me. I sat up and small warm hands slithered onto my shoulders, urging me back down.

"Relax, Haji. It's just me." Saya giggled softly in my ear. Her voice sent chills down my neck and into my groin.

Overcome with exhaustion and pleasure, my eyes slid closed as her hands ran across my bare chest and she silently straddled me as best as she could on the couch. I had tied my hair back into a messy ponytail when I took my shower but she took it out without hesitating. I let out deep groan, feeling her fingers going through my hair and I noticed that her bare stomach was touching mine. When had she taken off her shirt? Why did it matter? Without thinking it fully through, a low growl slipped from my lips as I grabbed her waist, flipping her over onto her back and kissing her neck. I've waited three years for her touch and I wasn't going to let the chance slip from me again. I was going to do whatever it takes to keep her awake this time. Saya moaned softly, the sound sending an unbroken wave of an animalistic hunger through me and she dug her nails into my back while hooking her ankles with mine. The only sounds that were made were soft, provocative moans and whimpers from her and low groans and huffs from me as our hips pressed against each other's. I felt Saya's nails scrape along my skin on my back and a soft hiss crept from my mouth.

"Haji…" she moaned against my neck and dragged her tongue along my jugular. I simply gripped her hips tighter and pressed against her rougher, groaning softly. I felt a sharp pain in my neck and realize Saya was drinking from me again. The sudden realization made me panic.

The panic brought me back into the living room where I lay on the couch alone and the television was low but it was still on. The sudden startling fantasy didn't even leave me hard this time. I looked around, sighing softly when I saw that Saya hadn't just fondled with me while I was asleep. I sat up, turning off the television and made my way upstairs to my room. Saya was still in my bed, curled up under the covers and she was snoring softly. Her hair was covering her face a little bit but I gently removed the strands from her cheeks and climbed back into the bed beside her. Instead of laying down, I sat up against the head board, letting my eyes and fingers wander across the slender body.

Slowly but sleepily, her arms wrapped around me and squeezed my waist. No matter the action or touch she gave me, it sent a wonderful sensation through me but her warm breath hitting my arm or the silky feeling of her hair falling around my arm or the occasional sleepy mutters that slipped from her lips always made me think about the part of Saya no one else has ever seen. The true, passionate side instead of the stubborn Saya everyone else has seen.A little bit before the sun came up, Saya began to stir and her stomach protested her against her sleep so I untangled myself from her.

"Haji…don't go…" she muttered, almost as if awake but I brushed her cheek and she hadn't opened her eyes to look at me so I continued to climb from the bed.

I made my way downstairs just as the sunrise brightened up the kitchen. The marble top island glistened from being cleaned so often and I set out a single plate for Saya and cooked her some eggs and toast with a side bacon. I heard a soft thud and shuffle upstairs and smiled softly as I put the remaining pieces of bacon on the plate, completeing the beautiful masterpiece of breakfast on the island top. Saya came stumbling, rubbing her stomach as it roared at her and she smiled softly at the plate on the marble top.

"Where's your plate, Haji?" she asked almost seeming to be reluctantly stepping towards the island. She sat down and began scarfing down the food before I gave an answer.

I let out a chuckle and washed the dishes I had used. Just at that moment, I looked out the kitchen window and saw Kai pulling up to the house and getting out with heated movements, slamming the car down behind him. The sound made Saya drop her fork and look up at me with a curious expression. I touched her head as I walked to the door, "Eat, Saya." She jumped a little at my touch but did as I said and I made it to the door just as three loud and obnoxious knocks rapped the door.

I opened it, restraining my anger from slipping out and greeted Kai with the upmost frustration. "Yes, Kai?"

Standing over him by several feet, I blocked his view of anything passed me and his way into the house. He stared up at me with the same irritation and clenched his jaw. "Where is she? What did you do?" he accused. My displeasure with this boy was growing each moment.

Kai always thought he could fight for her and be there for her forever until she was his. When she agreed to stay with me and not him, he decided to pick a fight with me out of his stupidity. His body language told the world he wanted to swing but the hesitation on his face told me that he was too much of a punk to do so. In the kitchen, Saya had stopped eating again and was watching the event at the door unfold. I retained what control I had and tried again.

"What can I do for you, Kai?" I put extra emphasis on the 'I' in hopes he would get the hint that he wasn't welcome in my house.

It didn't hit home and I saw it curve right over his head but in response to my question, he pushed against the door with his arm and his full weight, trying to knock me back. He didn't succeed and I heard the bones in his wrist break. I felt a smile creep along my face but urged it back. Saya pushed from the island when Kai let out a yell and came running, I moved aside simply because fighting with her is something I wanted to avoid.

"Kai?" the worry in her voice sent envy through me. "Kai, what the hell happened? Come on, I'm taking up to the Julia."