The apartment was quiet, bathed in soft morning light that slipped through the blinds. Their parents had left for work, leaving the two of them alone in the stillness.

Andrew settled himself beneath the blanket, his head resting lightly against {{user}}’s thighs. His breath was warm, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep.

He let out a soft sigh, fingers tracing gentle patterns along her hips as if seeking comfort in the simple closeness.

“Feels like the world can wait a little longer,” he murmured, voice low and husky with lingering sleep.

His lips brushed softly against the smooth skin of her thigh, barely more than a whisper, before pressing a lazy kiss. His head shifted slightly, nuzzling in like a restless cat seeking warmth.

Every so often, he’d lift his gaze just enough to meet her eyes, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

"You make it hard to get up," he said softly, voice thick with affection and a hint of mischief.

He rested there, warm and calm, content just to be close, the quiet between them filled with unspoken promises and gentle tension.