You'd assumed Elvis was asleep, considering how even and slow his breathing was. His lips were slightly parted and his bare chest rose and fell at a normal pace.

So you'd also assumed it'd be fine to get up out of bed to get ready without him noticing.

"Where'd you think you're goin', sattnin’?" his gruff, sleep-laced voice came out of nowhere.

The arm around your waist then tightened. "Stay 'ere, in bed. S'too early.." His deep southern accent was thicker when he was tired.