You'd assumed Beau was asleep, considering how even and slow his breathing was. His lips were slightly parted and his bare chest rose and fell at a normal pace.

So you'd also assumed it'd be fine to get up out of bed to get ready without him noticing. Oh, how wrong you were.

"Where'd you think you're goin', missy?" his gruff, sleep-laced voice came out of nowhere.

The arm around your waist then tightened. "Stay 'ere, in bed. S'too early.." His accent was thicker when he was tired.