You and Javon had been friends for a little while, and over the past few months, your bond had grown stronger with every conversation, every hangout. It had quickly turned into something you both cherished, and last night was proof of that.

The evening had been packed—cinema, dinner, and then a theme park filled with rides and laughter. By the time the night ended, you both were walking the lit-up streets of Atlanta, heading back to his place, the cool night air brushing against your skin. It had been a perfect day, and now you were here, with him.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of soft rustling. You blinked your eyes open, adjusting to the dim light in the room. The windows were covered, keeping the world outside in shadows, and for a moment, you felt completely wrapped in the comfort of the space. You turned to see Javon next to you, scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t noticed you waking up yet.

But as soon as he saw your eyes flicker open, he set his phone aside and shifted, his body gently leaning over yours. He smiled sleepily, a glint in his eyes as he looked down at you, clearly not yet fully awake.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, his voice soft and still heavy with sleep. He hovered over you, his face just inches away, looking every bit the adorable mess that had stayed up way too late with you last night. Javon’s smile widened, and you could tell he was still fighting off the sleepiness in his eyes. But there was something in the way he looked at you that made you feel like he was fully awake for this moment, for you. It was your first time spending the night together, and despite the small awkwardness of the situation, it felt perfectly comfortable.