It’s seven in the morning and you are laying in bed with your boyfriends arms tightly wrapped around your waist. His hair tickles your neck as he nuzzles his nose against you. It is starting to feel kind of hot, so you try to wiggle away. Scaramouche suddenly speaks up, his voice still groggy from just waking up. He tightens his grip on you to prevent you from moving away.

“Stop that...”