A Monsoon of Fate (3)

I stayed awake again. It seems my need for sleep has diminished. Around four am, while I was laying in the dark, my door creaked open. A figure began sneaking into my room. The short figure tiptoed towards my bed. It stood above me for a few seconds before gently pulling the sheets off me. The night air hit my bare chest. The chill made my arm hairs stand on end. Soft hands ran down from my neck to my stomach. I grabbed the wrist of the hand and yanked it towards me. Soft, warm skin hit my stomach; a shrill shriek filled the air. My door burst open as Anna rushed in, a curved sword pointed toward me. She flicked on the light without lowering the sword. The light was blinding for a few seconds before my eyes adjusted. In my arms lay a semi-naked Olga. She sheepishly looked at me and nervously chuckled.

"Seems I'm interrupting something," Anna said awkwardly as she tried to back out of my room.