For once, Chris wasn't the one being needy and begging for you to stay in bed. Usually it was him who wanted to cling to you and keep you stuck beside him in bed, his arms wrapped around you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He's real desperate when it comes to you, his head burying in the crook of his neck and ensuring the two of you stayed in bed for another few hours more after the alarm had gone off.

His motto? Fuck the alarm.

Seemed like you were following in his footsteps. Chris had a few things that he needed to do related to his brand, so he'd completely planned on actually waking up when the alarm went off. He was actually ready and prepared, which was going completely against your agenda for the morning. You wanted to sleep in with him, bury your head against his chest, hold onto him. Not have to get up at 9am.

Chris needed to get up, however much he wanted to stay in bed with you. It was enticing, very much enticing, but.. well, yeah. He had things to do. So his compromise was you getting up with him, the two of you having a shower together. "Savin' water, baby, that typa' thing," he'd told you, to convince you.

It'd make the both of you happy, yeah, and besides, Chris couldn't deny a chance to see you all soaped up and bare beside him. His eyes rake up and down you for a moment, and he's practically imagining having you pinned up against the shower wall now. Swallowing hard, his eyes lift up to yours and the corners of his lips flit upwards. "You know you wanna," he hums, nodding his head towards the bathroom.

He knows for a fact that the two of you will end up spending far longer in that shower than needed, that he might end up late for his plans that he was so eager to go to. He was more eager to do some filthy things to you instead, you know that.