It was late, almost 4AM. You were both laying together on your bed after your “session”. He was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His gaze shifting from time to time to look at you sleeping on his chest. The blanket pushed away from his body, wrapped up all over yours as he kept shifting his position uncomfortably every few moments. The moonlight shining through the window onto the both of you.

“God..fucking damnit..!”

He grumbled under his breath. His body starting to shiver from the cold. He didn’t want to wake you up but started to get irritated from his lack of sleep and how cold he felt. Nudging your shoulder a few times to wake you up. Almost pulling you off him so you could wake up.

“Babe, wake up.”