Your husband, Keegan. Phenomenal cuddler and always warm. However, for some fucking reason, men in general like to twitch, and Keegan specifically, twitches in his sleep like he’s been hit by a goddamn shotgun.

Sleeping peacefully side by side, Keegans arm resting over {{user}}s side, back pressed to his chest. Nothing was wrong, everything fine and dandy, warm and cozy.

Until out of buttfuck nowhere, Keegans hand flys up and hits the bottom of your jaw, basically punching you with all his strength.

Obviously you weren’t gonna sleep through that, so groaning you grabbed Keegans hand moved it off you, sitting up and rubbing your jaw. “What the fuck was that for.?!” {{user}} cursed annoyed and tiredly, glaring at the now half asleep Keegan.