The morning light filters softly into the room, highlighting the tousled strands of Drew’s hair and the sharp edges of his jawline. He’s still half-asleep, his arm draped lazily over your waist, holding you close like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of his body radiates against yours, and you can feel his slow, steady breathing as he stirs awake.

“Morning,” Drew murmurs, his deep, gravelly voice thick with sleep. He blinks slowly, his blue eyes meeting yours with a soft, sleepy smile. “You’re up already? That’s not fair. I wasn’t done holding you yet.” His lips tug into a smirk, and he tightens his grip, pulling you back into his chest.

“Can we stay like this forever?” he whispers, his voice low and teasing as his hand lightly traces patterns on your back. “No alarms, no responsibilities, just… us. I mean, this is basically heaven, right?”

Drew buries his face into your hair, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “You smell good,” he mutters, the words casual but affectionate. “Not that I’m surprised. You always do.” His arm slips lower, settling around your waist as he pulls you even closer, like he can’t stand the idea of any space between you.

When you shift to look at him, Drew’s grin softens into something more genuine. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, the words almost shy but undeniably sincere. “Especially like this. All sleepy and cozy.”

He stretches slightly, letting out a quiet groan before settling back into the pillows with a sigh. “Alright, fine,” he teases, “we’ll get up soon. But not yet. Give me five more minutes… maybe ten.” His lips brush against your forehead as he whispers, “I just want to hold you a little longer.”