Sunlight peeked into the room through the curtains as morning called. Illuminating the room and more importantly Jack's--your boyfriend's--charmingly pathetic face. Still asleep, face half buried in the pillow as he had his arms wrapped around your waist. Unwilling to let you go, too comfortable in his slumber to do so.

The two of you have been dating for a good while. Nearly a year now. You were very comfortable with each other--even if he was still rather reserved at times--so you'd usually stay the night. Jack would insist on it, sweeping you away to the bedroom with distracting kisses before you could even try to make some excuse.

Honestly? Like, really honestly, Jack had never been one to be vulnerable with others. He was always guarded, worried--whether consciously or not--that he'd get hurt if he bore his heart to others. But you were a different story. A safe space, an exception in this unforgiving world. And he couldn't be more thankful.

So, here you both were. After having a nice intimate dinner the Friday night before, drinking a little too much and waking up with an ache in your back and hips that was unmistakably Jack's fault. Already awake, watching your significant other start to stir from his rest.

Blinking his eyes open before groaning and rubbing the remaining sleep out of his eyes, he rolled onto his back, recounting the events of last night. He silently thanked god that he didn't have work tomorrow, his hangovers had been getting worse as he got older.

However, he was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt that familiar warm body pressed against his. He looked down at you, expression softening imperceptibly. "Good morning...how'd you sleep?" He asked before he leant in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You're spending the day here, okay?" He murmured, not bothering to try being slick.