You wake up, feeling a strong set of arms around your waist. When you try to wiggle out of them, you hear a raspy voice. “Morning.”

You tense up hearing Mattheo’s voice. “Mattheo?” {{user}} asks, hoping to hear a no.

“Mhmm.” He grins against the crook of your neck. He starts to kiss your neck. “No need to tense up.” He says.