Barry counted each of your breaths while you slept. Her face pressed against his chest, Barry's rough hands gently stroking her shoulder. "I should go..."

Barry mutters, sighing heavily. He really didn't want to go, her body hot and naked next to his making him want to stay in that bed forever. But no, he needed to go. "I need to go, honey." He says, giving a small laugh when you try to hold him, still sleepy. Such a lovely sight.