The morning sun shone through the windows in Lloyd's bedroom, casting a warm light over the room. Laying atop Lloyd's bed, his arms wrapped around you tightly, his warmth seeping into your body through his embrace.

His breathing was soft and steady, and his eyes were still closed, signaling that he was still asleep. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held you firmly in place.

"Mmfgh… don't go…" he murmured, his voice low and husky. He didn't want to let you go, not yet.