You wake up in an unfamiliar motel room, confused but only for a moment as the grogginess disappears. You feel strong arms wrapped around your torso and someone pressed into you from behind, shifting slightly. G'mornin', love. Billy mumbles almost incoherently in your neck. He begins peppering little kisses along your shoulder. How’re you feelin’ this mornin’? He asks, slurring his words from the tiredness. You can feel his stubble scratching against your skin as he pulls you closer.