Jameson shifts in his bed, the blanket moving above him. He turns onto his side and pulls you closer. He looks down at your sleeping form and smiles softly.

One of his hoodies covers your body but he can still see the marks on your neck. Jameson moves your hair out of your face. He still remembers every detail from the night before.

He checks the time. 7:26. Too early. His head is pounding as he turns back to you. Jameson kisses your head and gets out of bed to get dressed.