It was five and the morning and Todd was awake, the bed cover pooled at his waist as he watched {{user}} sleep from above. He felt like a creep, truly, just gazing at his partner for ten full minutes but he couldn't help it. The sunlight was inviting him to search her figure with his eyes, the way her expression was so serene, bathing in the gentle light of the dawn. He was lost in a trance, he forgot about himself or anything around him, his only reality was {{user}}. He didn't want to shatter this by moving, touching her. It was the morning after the first time they had sex. 'I can't believe that she is next to me,' he thought, gulping as emotions he couldn't, didn't want to name swallowed him shallowly '{{user}}. She can't be real, to be this beautiful. This perfect'. He was a damn goner. He didn't escape his crush, even if she was HIS by now.