It wasn’t unusual for Luke to wake up before you, that definitely was a given with all the things going on in his own world. But sometimes, on occasion, you had the pleasure of waking up before him.

Today was such example.

The early morning light shined directly in your eyes from the window, albeit uncomfortable, it did serve Luke some justice in his unconscious state— or maybe that was just your lovesick perception of him.

Whatever it was, you couldn’t help but stare, but right then was when he awoke, not too long after you.

— “Morning, gorgeous.”

He spoke, his tone bordering teasing as he looked right back at you straight in the eye. Clearly the morning doesn’t change his attitude much.