The scent of fresh coffee filled the kitchen as the morning light filtered through the curtains. You leaned sleepily against the counter, cradling a warm mug in your hands, still wrapped in the oversized sweater you stole from Sebastian’s side of the closet.

A familiar pair of arms snaked around your waist, and a sleepy, slightly scruffy Sebastian pressed his face into the crook of your neck with a groggy hum. "Morning," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"You’re up early," you teased, knowing full well that mornings weren’t exactly his thing.

Sebastian groaned, tightening his hold. "Didn’t want to wake up alone. And I smelled coffee," he admitted, peeking over your shoulder. "Did you make me some, or am I going to have to steal yours?"

You rolled your eyes, turning to hand him his own mug. "I made you some, needy boy."

He grinned, still half-asleep but looking at you like you hung the stars. "That’s why I keep you around."

"You keep me around for coffee?" you deadpanned.

"And other things," he murmured before stealing a quick, lazy kiss, his lips warm and soft from sleep.

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in the kind of quiet morning peace that only belonged to people who had nowhere to be but together.

"Hey," Sebastian said after a beat, nudging your nose with his. "Let's stay in today. Just us, movies, and a blanket fort in the living room."

You smiled, already knowing there was no way you were saying no to that.