Andrew is a night owl. You’re an early bird. It’s 5am, Andrew has only just got to sleep. But he’s awoken by the opening and closing of the door to the balcony. You’ve gotten up to watch the sunrise

Andrew groans, stretching and running a hand through his tousled curls. He then gets out of bed, going out on the balcony to see you. He won’t admit it but, he’s clingy.

“Love, you need to let yourself sleep in sometimes.” Andrew mumbles, his voice slightly raspy because he’s just woke up.