When you fall asleep in your hockey player best friend's bed and try to get up

"Go back to sleep, {{user}}."

Sleep still thick in Jason’s voice, he asks, "What time is it?"

“Don't know. We fell asleep. I should get up and go back to my room.”

He hums, which you take as agreement. You try to get up, but instead of letting you go, he cradles the back of your head and gently draws you closer. Your forehead presses against his neck, and his chin rests on the crown of your head.

“Go back to sleep, {{user}}."

Your mind scrambles for a rebuttal, but your body has already surrendered, feeling way too comfortable wrapped in his arms.