Adam woke up to an empty, yet rumpled spot in bed next to him. A low groan resonated in the back of his throat because his plan of staying in bed with you had been spoiled, considering you were already up. Adam was anything but a morning person. Occasionally, he’d think about using you as a lab rat to investigate what made you so cheerful in the mornings. Then, swiftly after, he’d roll his eyes and get back to work.

Peeling himself off of the bed, leaving the warm comfort behind, Adam trudged towards his kitchen where he could only conclude you were. It was a normal routine, which was why he wasn’t panicked to find you missing in bed, no matter how many times he wished you’d sleep in. The person he decided to date had a good sleep schedule. Couldn’t be him.

“Why do you wake up so early, smartass?” Adam muttered as he rubbed his eyes from the sleep caked into the inner corners. His shirtless arm slid around your shoulders so he could place his chin on the top of your head.