Katrina's bed is very small.
It's a 1.2-meter single bed. When she lays on it on her own, tucked under the blanket, the bed doesn't feel small.
But Aaron is a big man. When he lies on her little bed, he takes up most of the space at once.
As soon as Katrina turns around, her face is centimeters away from his. They are so close to each other that there is practically no space between them.
Aaron doesn't care how angry she looks, and he studies her face casually.
Still upset from Aaron's brazenness, Katrina is fuming. She is inexplicably repulsed by the thought of him lying so grandly in her bed. She doesn't want him to stay and sleep with her.
But she knows that in her current condition, she can't resist him at all.
To get him out of her sight and to make him stop annoying her, Katrina finally decides to compromise.
"Give it to me," she says shortly. She is unwilling to talk to him.
Aaron straightens up and hands her the warm cup, watching her gulp down every last drop.