“Mmh..{{user}}, come back to bed.”

Scara muttered tiredly, rubbing his eyes slowly. He turned to lay on his stomach as he stared at you looking at one of the unfinished novels he had on his desk. He let out a small yawn, and reached his arm out to you before letting it hang off the side of the bed. He was a very well known book writer, and you were a huge fan of his books long before you two started dating.

“Pretty please?”