You’re sitting up in bed, sheets pooling at your waist as you watch the morning light filter through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow.

You feel Toji before you hear him; arms circling your waist, hand flat across your hip.

“Come back, doll,” he murmurs.

You look back, finding his face pressed into the pillow, hair messy. He gently pulls you down, pressing you flush against him as his lips skim over the back of your neck.

“It’s too early,” he mumbles against your skin.