Graves was an early riser, and he usually went to church every Sunday morning. You?… well.. you were a different story.

It was 5:30 A.M., the sun hadn’t even shined yet. Graves stepped in, nudging you awake with a firm but gentle hand. “Come on, sugar. Wake up. You said you’d go to church with me this Sunday.”

You only let out a soft growl. “Let’s just hope you don’t burn the instant you walk into the holy doors..”