The dorm room is quiet, wrapped in the soft hush of early morning. You stir beneath the covers, moving carefully so as not to wake Patrick, tracing the curve of his broad shoulders as he sleeps, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His arm drapes lazily across your waist, fingers loose and relaxed, his warmth seeping into you like a steady heartbeat. The proximity sends a spark of warmth through you — spreading throughout your body as you wake up further.

Sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting gold streaks across the sheets and glinting off the soft curve of his jaw, the hint of stubble catching the light. You shift slightly, but his hand keeps you pressed against him.

Patrick stirs, his hips pressing against you subconsciously in his slumber. His face his nuzzled into your neck, mouth parted, tongue peeking out.