It was a peaceful and lazy morning when you found yourself enveloped in Arlecchino's arms, your back pressed against her chest.

Yet, as the morning hours passed, you felt the day's responsibilities calling to you. However, when you attempted to slip out of bed to make breakfast with a reluctant sigh, your girlfriend's arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back onto the bed.

"Don't go," Arlecchino murmured, her voice a grumpy, muffled grumble against your hair. "At least not yet."