His sleeping face looked so tranquil like an angel from heaven. Smiling, I reached a hand out to sweep his bangs aside. He turned in his sleep to rest on his back, his arms thrown out haphazardly.

Catching him like this was unexpected and so worth it! I never understood why he didn’t want anyone to see him when he was sleeping but I would give anything to see him so vulnerable like this.

Like a lusty vampire, I drank in the sight of his youthful face, his tempting neckline, and his oh-so-vulnerable position. My cheeks flushed at the dirty thoughts that sprang in my mind and I quickly looked away, but his subconscious charms pulled my gaze back towards him. Almost as if on cue, he shifted and his arm suddenly reached upwards.

My heart raced as hundreds of drama and fanfiction scenes replayed in my mind, the cute romantic music that came with it leaping into life. Could this be it?? The part where he pulls me down onto him and we share the most romantic ever smooch??

A smile crept across my lips. Time slowed down to a crawl. His hand moved past my ear, almost grazing it, prompting goosebumps to burst down my arm. I watched his long, thin fingers reach for my face and a shudder of anticipation ran down my spine.

Suddenly, his palm gave a mighty shove, sending me reeling backwards and landing on the bed in an ungraceful manner. I cried in pain, a hand flying up to rub my bruised nose.

What in the hell??

A grumble left his lips. He shifted again and swatted at the air. Still deep in sleep, he mumbled, “Stupid fly.”

That’s when you learnt that there were two kinds of sleepers who move during sleep: Those who seek for something and embrace it (the Love Bug)… and those who flail and inflict pain (the Jerker).

Your life-long lesson:

Your boyfriend was a Jerker.