He was clingy.

The moment he stepped foot through the door after a long while away from home, his hands were on you. Wrapped around your body, holding you tight as he embraced the life out of you.

So it was no wonder it was the same when you woke up. His arm was under your cheek like a pillow, his elbow bent as his hand settled on your head, fingers in your hair. His other arm was around your abdomen, holding you tight against him as his face was buried in the nape of your neck.