You try to quietly slip out of bed, the morning light creeping through the blinds as you shift carefully, trying not to disturb Declan. Your muscles protest as you stretch, the weight of the covers still heavy on you. You just need to get up, but then—he groans.

His arms, strong and familiar, suddenly wrap around you, pulling you back into him. His body shifts behind you, molding against yours, his breath warm on the back of your neck. He grumbles, a low, sleepy sound that makes you want to laugh and groan at the same time.

“Mm-mm,” he mumbles furrowing his brows, voice thick n husky from sleeping.