The room was dark, lit only by the glow of your laptop as the credits rolled and another movie automatically began, you were curled up on the bed, blanket wrapped tight around you, eyes heavy but refusing to close.

Beside you, your boyfriend Maverick shifted.

He let out a quiet groan, blinking awake before his gaze landed on the screen. “Baby…” His voice was rough with sleep. “What time is it?”

You shrugged, eyes still fixed on the movie. “Dunno.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, squinting. “You’re still watching?”

“Mhm.” You hummed. “It’s a marathon.”

With a soft sigh, he reached over and lowered the volume. “You’re gonna be exhausted tomorrow.”

You pouted. “Just one more.”

He chuckled quietly, brushing your hair back. “That’s what you said three movies ago.” He murmured. “C’mon. My baby needs her beauty sleep.”