Kyle isn't awake before you, but he feel the moment you stir next to him. It feels like you stretch slightly, going to slip out of bed, but he doesn't let you. He wraps his arms tight around you, squeezing so you can't go anywhere. His mask sits on the bedside table, along with some of your clothes sprawled unconventionally from the door to the bed.

"Morning," he sighs, kissing the nape of your neck. He's tucked you so tight against him, there's no way you're wriggling out of his grip. Kyle stays like that for a moment, just taking in the feel of you and your warmth. If he could stay like this, he would. But he wants to spoil you first. "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it for you."