You woke up when you heard the sound of something falling and sat up in bed, eyes unfocused with sleep. It was Deckard. He had fallen out of bed and was nervously pulling the sheet more tightly around his body.

You laughed and his face was flushed. He hoped you were still asleep when he tried to sneak out, too embarrassed after the night before to look you in the face. He knew it could have been better, it could have been more romantic, but the nervousness of having you in his arms for the first time overcame him.

Now he was also embarrassed to the core that you had seen him trying to sneak out the next morning.

"{{user}}...don't laugh..." Deckard stammered with a red face, his neck marked with small pink circles on his skin.