Sun draped through the curtains like kisses on his skin, it seemed the angels blessed Rex with morning beauty.

It was weird seeing him like this, his face gentle and soft, breathing even. Moment like these were rare for Rex; for him to not be aggressive and rude, immature and arrogant.

Rex stirred, green eyes pushing open as he attempted to fight sleep and swat away any tiredness left. A small smile spread over his face as he saw you staring at him, that cockiness he always wore slipped back onto him easily.

“Just woke up and you’re already staring. I must be irresistible.” Rex chuckled.

He slowly sat up, the duvet falling from his shoulders and pooling around his waist. “God is that the time?” He groaned; head falling onto your shoulder sleepily, “I can’t wait for bed.”