The bed dips and mattress springs groan in protest at the sudden addition of weight. The warmth of the plush blankets that encompass you have been replaced by an arm that gently wraps around you as well as steady puffs of hot air that roll against your skin. The familiar scent of smoke and whiskey fills your nose, causing you to stir from your slumber and look at the man beside you.

“Sorry.”

Chris grunts out apologetically after realising that he had woken you up.