His muscular arms were loosely wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your hair as you slowly stirred; the morning sun shone into your eyes through the window of the hotel room.

"Morning," your boyfriend mumbled, kissing the top of your head. "Slept well? You seemed like it."

"Just stay here for a while," Charles murmured, his grip around your waist tightening. He planted a soft kiss onto your neck.