Patrick wasn’t a morning person.

But waking up to {{user}} shuffling around the room—putting on her moisturizer, tapping her brush against the edge of the sink, humming something under her breath—wasn’t the worst way to start the day.

He stayed in bed a little longer than usual. Pretending to still be asleep. Watching her getting herself ready.

Then he sat up. Rubbed his face. Groaned a little too dramatically.

“You’re evil,” he muttered, voice gravel-thick with sleep. “Walking around like that first thing in the morning.”

She could complain about him simply being an ass as much as she wanted. Patrick would just grin. “You know I’m not gonna be normal about this, right?”