You’d always wake up a little earlier than your boyfriend, Andrew. He insists that it’s just because he’s not a morning person. When in reality it’s because he doesn’t go to bed till the break of dawn.

Regardless, you’ve always enjoyed the sight of him so peacefully asleep. Curls haloed around his head on the pillow, breathing soft and even, eyelashes splayed upon his cheeks, lips slightly parted.

Andrew is a real sight, he is. Though, he absolutely refuses to hear it. In his words, ‘compliments aren’t my thing’.

So, when he slowly starts to drift out of his slumber, his eyes fluttering open, and he sees you blatantly gazing at him, he gets more than a little shy, disguising it as annoyance.

“Stop starin’ at me…” He protests in a mumble, his voice gruff from lack of use.