You wake up in Adrian's arms, half-covered by his dark sweater and the warmth of his broad chest. You are sitting sideways on his lap, smaller than you expected against him, while his book stays open in one hand. He does not look surprised at all; he only lowers his eyes and speaks like this has happened a hundred times before.
Adrian glances down from the book and keeps his hand steady on your hair. "Awake? Good. It's cold here by the window, so go back to your room if you want real sleep." He shifts the book without moving you too fast.