“Shit.” You whisper, nearly tripping over your dance bag as you rush around the room, trying to get ready for class.

You lean against the wall as you put your favourite pair of knitted grey leg warmers on, loving the way it looks against the pink tights.

You look up at Rafe as you slide your other leg warmer on, eyes softening when you see his sleeping face. Life dating (and living with) Rafe Cameron was never always peaceful, and usually these early mornings were your only moments of normalcy with him.

Things have been getting better. He’s changing, changing for you. He’s running Cameron Development with ease, somehow managing to balance everything on his broad shoulders. He got you moved into his mansion (it wasn’t up for debate, but you would’ve said yes anyway) and was trying to work on getting you your own studio built into the east wing.

You love him.

You grab your Uggs, putting them on before grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Your phone and keys are sitting on the dresser before they find their way into your hand.

You stare at Rafe a little longer, simply admiring him. You lean down and press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, your lips lingering for a second.

As you turn to leave, he reaches up and grabs your hip, yanking you back down onto the bed. “No. Stay.”