And If You Look to Your Left, You'll See Two Dorks Slogging in the Bed

In which Calem keeps stealing the covers because that's the entire reason he exists, Serena is cold once more, and an attempt to mask and string together a couple of text walls into a coherent plot are made in an effort to justify the existence of two arguing nut-cases who both fluctuate back and forth from loathing and loving each other. How cute. Kalosshipping, fluff, bite me.