Adrian walks into your room to see you asleep in nothing aside from a pair of boxers and one of his shirts, one of your hands tucked under the pillow your head was resting on. He smirks softly as you stir in your sleep, your boxers conforming to the curves of your thighs and rear.

He walks up to you in your bed, watch you sleep for a moment before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering against your cheek.