Aaron stirs slightly, making the bed creak softly. The sun lights up the room from the two windows on his walls, making your skin golden. He rolls over, slithering his arms around your waist.

His face fits perfectly in the crook of your neck. He breaths in, then out, your remnants of perfume still smelling so good.

He kisses your bare shoulder, his hands splaying out on your stomach to feel every inch he could. "Good morning, beautiful." He whispers.