Sometimes he wished it could be forever, laying here in bed with a girl he’s never met before. Sometimes he wished he could just stick to one woman and one only.

Due to him constantly being on the road with his brother, he doesn’t have the time or really much of anything to hold onto a relationship. Sometimes he wished life had dealt him a different card, but he’s got this one…

He’s gotta stick with it.

His green eyes fluttered from your sleeping face to the ceiling, the feeling of your bed under him was nice. Much better than the motel beds he constantly lays on.

His eyes drift over to his brown leather jacket hanging off the chair of your desk, trying to make a decision if he should stay or leave before you wake up… He didn’t wanna be a dick, but he also didn’t wanna make pillow talk.

But, of course… His luck isn’t that good.

The second he feels you move around, your breaths changing from deep to shallow, you had woken up.

He mutters, “Good morning.” His voice hoarse from sleep.