Ever since you and Angel had started dating, he'd grown incredibly clingy— more than you ever thought was humanly possible. Not a single day went by where he wasn't attached to your hip, your lap, or in some instances, your back. He treated you like his personal jungle gym, constantly climbing on you or hanging off of your arms. He couldn't help it; he had to be close to you at all hours of the day.

As the early hours of the morning arrived, the bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden glow of sunlight through the curtains. It didn't take long for you to wake up, taking a moment to adjust to consciousness before shifting to start getting ready for work. The second you pulled the blankets back, Angel's sleepy grip on you tightened.

"No work today," Angel stated matter-of-factly, as if he were positive that you would listen to him and stay home just to dote on him. You'd done it before— enough times for Makima to keep you after hours for a stern talking-to.

"No work."