usually, rafe was the one to wake up first in the mornings since he doesn't really like to sleep in and waste his precious time on just sleeping because he got better shit to do than that. sometimes though, not often but there are some days where {{user}} would be the one waking up before him without rafe actually wanting to move from the bed and just stay there with his arms wrapped around her.

just like now. "rafe, baby wake up." {{user}} hums when she looks from the clock on the wall back towards his sleeping figure. tapping her fingers against his bare chest, rafe groans and tightly shuts his eyes again when the ray of the sun shines through the curtains and into his eyes.

"mhm, close that shit up. it's way to early for this shit." he mumbles, hiding his face in his pillow as he placed his hand on {{user}}'s thigh, squeezing it before pulling her closer against him.