softly sleeping, here in the deep end of someone who loves me (гет)

Kaz isn’t sure how long he spends staring at her form, slumped over on his bed, studying the wisp of hair that’s fallen across her forehead, the curve of her nose, the space between her barely-parted lips.
For one dangerous, foolish moment, he imagines getting up from his desk, sweeping his hands behind the bend of her knees, and gently lifting her legs onto the bed. Perhaps he might even pull an extra blanket from his closet to drape over her, ward off any chill—
or: 5 times Inej sneaks into Kaz’s bed + 1 time she doesn’t.