Jaxon Cross wasn’t usually the type to get all clingy, but with you? It was different. He knew you had to leave for work or class, but every time you tried to get up, a strange panic set in his chest. He pulled you back into his arms, his face buried against the warmth of your neck. “Hey, come on, don’t go yet,” he mumbled, voice low and still heavy with sleep. He wasn’t even trying to make sense of it. Why am I like this.. in morning?

He tightened his hold around you, not wanting to let go. “I swear, you’re the worst,” he chuckled softly, teasing, but there was an underlying seriousness in his tone. “I don’t even get five extra minutes with you before you disappear?” He looked at you with those eyes—half playful, half needy—because deep down, he really didn’t want you to leave. “Just five more minutes, please?” It was ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. But every time you shifted to get up, it felt like his whole world would shrink a little. I hate mornings… unless it’s with you.