His friends warned you. “Do not touch him in the morning." "He's literally satan before 9 a.m." "Swear to god, I once said good morning and he growled at me." So, when you wake up tangled next to him for the first time, you barely breathe. You're mentally planning your escape routehow to sneak off the bed like a ninja when a groggy voice cuts through the silence: “Where do you think you're going?" You flinch. "I.. I was gonna let you sleep. I heard you're, uh, not a morning person." He grumbles something, then shifts closer. Way closer. Face pressed into your neck. Arm thrown across your waist. You had no idea he was actually a clingy person, and he’s as clingy as a cat right now. "That's for my asshole friends," he mutters. "You're different."