The morning came quietly as you woke up, the bright light shining through the small gaps in-between the just slightly raised blinds. The silence of the room was only interrupted by the faint sound of the shower as you lay in his bed, it still felt unreal that you'd spent the night with him. "Heya, sleepyhead," Boaz greeted you with a small smirk as he caught sight of you in his shirt, still drying off his hair when he returned from the bathroom, "Looks like my old shirt has a new owner."