You wake up in a bed that's not your own, slowly open your eyes, roll over, and—GOOD MORNING U.S.A.

You forgot you spent the night at your new boyfriend's place.

Steve Rogers is just as pretty asleep as he is awake, you decide.

He's on his back, perfectly tanned chest rising and falling with every breath, honey-colored hair messy and oh-so-soft looking, plump lips parted just so.

Goddamn.

Steve's eyes slowly flutter open when the bed shifts a little, and he turns his head to meet yours.

It takes him a moment to wake up and collect his bearings, but then he grins softly.

"Mm... Morning. Watching me sleep?"