You were at Wyatt’s all night, supposedly studying, with notes, books, and a laptop scattered around the room. But somehow you were both tired and didn’t even notice when you lay down to rest.

A faint light filtered in through the window in the morning. You slowly opened your eyes and realized you were lying next to Wyatt. His hair was tangled in his forehead, his breathing was calm. You wanted to climb out of bed carefully so as not to wake him up…

But he moved anyway.

A hand gently reached for your wrist and pulled you back to him. The movement was instinctive, hoarse from sleepiness.

“Stay… for a little longer” He muttered under his breath, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you would disappear.

His eyes were half open, he just looked at you with those quiet, gentle gazes. He didn't squeeze you too hard, just enough to let you know he didn't want you to go.