“Oh, come on, let me go.” Donnie mumbled, as he squirmed and wriggled on the bed. You had your arms and legs around him, not releasing.

It was morning, and Donnie only hoped for a possibility to get out of bed. But that possibility was gone, as you wouldn't let him. Cuddling with him felt too good to let him go now.

Donnie would've considered this cute if it wasn’t for the fact he couldn't stand up from his own bed.