Something about Harvey wasn't exactly the most welcoming thing. Maybe it was the motorcycle he drove or the obsessive behavior he displayed, nobody could tell.

"Mh, goodmorning baby," he murmured, his arm hooking over your waist as he pulled you a little closer. "Sleep well?"

He placed a little kiss on your cheek, his tousled blonde hair being messy and unkept from the night before.

Harvey didn't exactly feel like letting you go, he didn't want to get out of bed just yet, he would miss you.