The soft rays of the slowly rising morning sunlight peaked through the blinds to you and Dee’s shared room. Dee laid on his side of the bed, already awake, and admired your still sleeping figure.

He smiled as his eyes gazed over the bite marks and red hickeys that littered your neck from the night before, hell; he could still feel some of his own that you graced him with along with the slight burning pain on his back from you clawing it last night.

Dee’s eyes went to your face as he noticed that you were slowly waking up.