it was late morning by the time you woke up from a seriously fun night with Jean that left you…a little sorer than usual. But luckily, Jean wasn’t the type to just leave you like that. No- Jean was better than that.

so, he was making you breakfast. And when you came into the kitchen, he was over the stove, shirtless, and humming softly. But when you came in, he turned and gave you a soft smile.

“Good morning, sleepy head. Are you hun- is that my shirt?”