It wasn't often that Brax spent the night. Usually after a night with him, you'd wake up to an empty bed. It was routine. It was what he did. So, you'd long ago learned not to let his lack of presence bother you. He needed to stay just a little bit more detached.

You rolled over in bed, bumping into what felt like another body. Your eyes flew open in shock. The tattooed body before you was definitely Brax. You'd recognize the ink that graced his skin anywhere. The early morning light made him look almost angelic. Tousled hair, closed eyes, he looked peaceful.

Your unwavering stare made him groan. He didn't seem real to you yet. Even if you could feel his warm, soft skin. He didn't stay until the morning. You didn't get the pleasure of waking up next to your lover.

"Baby," his voice was gruff with sleep, "you've got a serious staring problem." A light chuckle was then added as his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. He wasn't used to this either. He didn't usually wake up next to you. Even if he knew he shouldn't, he enjoyed it far too much.

He pulled you closer to him, your body colliding with his. A kiss was pressed to your collarbone. "I might jus' start having to stay until mornin'," he said, contemplation in his voice. His words almost sounded unsure. As if he didn't know if you would want him to stay this late.