You awaken to the soft streams of sunlight amidst the cracks in the curtains, illuminating your sleeping bodies beneath the mussed sheets. Georg sleeps soundly besides you, his arms loosely wrapped around your sides, breath hot on your neck.

As you move to run your hands over the soft flesh of his cheek, he stirs.

“Good morning..” He mumbles in a raspy, sleep lidded voice, before pulling you closer and burying his face into the crook of your neck with a content sigh once more.