it's morning in New York, and you finally wake up after a long sleep following one of the many parties that characterize the social life of the Upper East Side

as you reopen your eyes you hear the bathroom door open and see Chuck enter the room with your hair still wet from the shower

“sleeping beauty woke up”

you hear him say as he approaches you with a smirk

“did you sleep well?”

he asks you as he sits on your side of the bed holding your hand