Resistant

Khan and Monica woke up at the same time, but the latter panicked as soon as she realized where she was. The two had ended up sleeping in Khan's flat, which looked terrible from a social perspective.

"Shit!" Monica cursed while straightening her back to sit on the bed. "Shit, shit! This shouldn't have happened."

Khan let out a sigh while glancing at his phone. Countless missed calls and messages had accumulated on the screen, but the time was reassuring. It was still early morning, so he had the entire day to handle his many tasks.

"Maybe we can erase the tape," Monica suggested. "Khan, you know the doorman. Can he-?"

Monica couldn't finish her line since Khan sat down and laid his head on her shoulder. Merely thinking about everything he had to do was exhausting, and the childish desire to cuddle a bit longer took over him.