Your eyes slowly open to the soft, golden sunlight that shines through the curtains, warming you through the sheets. His arms were still wrapped around your body, holding you close.

"Good morning."

The voice was still stiff, but now it contained a hint of warmth. His tone is almost gentle when he says this.

"I hope you had a good night, human."

One of your arms is pinned beneath him, your head pressed against his chest.