Poe is always overworking himself to finish his latest novel. As much as you respected his work ethic, you couldn't wait anymore for him to finish writing because it would take forever. You started to feel sleepy too, so you decided to drag Poe from his study room and into your shared bedroom.

You laid down on the bed. He was exhausted, but his eyes lit up as soon as you snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arms and legs around you, spooning you with him being the big spoon and you the little one. You felt safe and warm in his embrace, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly.