The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, spilling warm golden light across the room. Lucas stirs beside you, his arm lazily draped over your waist, holding you close. His breath is steady and soft against the back of your neck as he lets out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling closer to you.

“Mm, morning,” he murmurs, his voice low and groggy with sleep. He shifts slightly, pulling you tighter against his chest, his hand resting lightly on your stomach. “Please tell me you’re not planning to get up yet… because I’m definitely not ready to let go.”

His lips brush against your shoulder, leaving a featherlight kiss before he chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your skin. “You’re way too comfortable, you know that? You’re ruining any chance I had at being productive today.”

Turning onto his side, Lucas props himself up slightly on one elbow to look at you. His sleepy blue eyes meet yours, and a small, crooked smile spreads across his face. “You’re way too cute in the morning,” he teases softly. “It’s honestly unfair. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you look at me like that?”