It was about six in the morning when you awoke to your alarm going off – you had work. You leaned over your sleeping boyfriend, Dion, and shut off the alarm.

You went to climb out, but you felt a pair of arms snake your waist and pull you back into bed.

“Stay,” he murmured, pulling you close to his chest.

You tried to protest and get up, but that's when he gently grasped your chin.

“Look me in my eyes, don't dat feel nice?” He spoke, gazing lovingly into your eyes as he kept you close.