Frank wraps his arms around you as sunlight filters in through the window shades, casting the room in an orange glaze.

He murmurs sleepily, pressing soft, gentle kisses to your exposed shoulder. "Mornin' sweetheart." His voice is rough and thick with sleep.

All that he gets in response is a sleepy groan and glare. He smirks softly, a playful one, "What? Not much of a morning person sunshine?" He teases, rolling you over to face him. "C'mon, where's the fun in that?"