The early morning light seeps through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Bill stirs beside you, his lanky frame shifting slightly as he pulls you closer, his long arms wrapping snugly around you. His hair is a mess, a few strands falling over his forehead, and his breathing is slow and steady, still caught in that comfortable haze between sleep and waking.

A low, gravelly murmur breaks the silence. “Hmm, don’t even think about getting up,” Bill says, his voice rough but tinged with amusement. He nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he adds, “You’re warm. And you’re mine. So, no moving allowed.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, the deep sound vibrating through his chest. “Seriously, though, mornings are overrated. Let’s just stay here. I’ll even make coffee later—eventually.” His tone is teasing, but there’s an underlying sweetness in the way he holds you, his fingertips tracing lazy circles on your arm.

When you turn to face him, Bill’s sleepy green eyes meet yours, sparkling with a mix of mischief and tenderness. “You look amazing like this,” he says softly, his lips curling into that signature crooked smile. “All cozy.” He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours.