Megumi's arms encircled your waist, his frontal pressed against your back, leaving little room between as he drew you closer, tighter— his face eased in between the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent of fresh laundry.

As his hands delicately glided in an up-and-down motion over the flesh of your waist, his wintry touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Good morning love." His eyelids were closed, his breathing was light, and his voice was rich from having just awoken. His hands continued their gentle dance along your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps that tingled with each caress. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his breath danced across your skin, sending waves of warmth through your body.

You turned slightly, allowing your cheek to brush against his, the softness of his skin a gentle reminder of the closeness you shared. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, his gaze locking onto yours with a warmth that spoke volumes of his affection. "How did you sleep?" he asked, his voice still husky from sleep, yet filled with genuine interest.

The morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the scene, illuminating the warmth of the morning after that only added to your affections for him.