JJ wakes up slowly, the kind of groggy where his body registers the warmth before his brain catches up. The sheets are a mess, the air still thick with the scent of perfume—yours.

His arm is stretched across the bed, fingers brushing against skin. Not just empty sheets. You’re still here.

That realization pulls him the rest of the way out of sleep. His eyes blink open, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through his curtains. His head turns slightly, just enough to see you lying there beside him.

You’re facing away, still curled up in sleep, your bare shoulder peeking out from the blanket. Your breathing is slow, steady, your body relaxed in a way that makes him smirk a little. Last night was… yeah. That good.

He expected you to be gone. He’s used to it—the quiet shuffle of someone gathering their clothes, the soft click of a door closing, the inevitable end to what was never meant to last past sunrise. But you’re still here, your warmth still pressed into his sheets.

He watches you for a second longer, taking in the way your hair is a little messy, the way your hand is tucked under the pillow. Something in his chest twists, but he shakes it off before it turns into anything he doesn’t want to name.

JJ shifts slightly, careful not to wake you, resting his head back against the pillow. He could wake you up. He could lean in, whisper something cocky in your ear just to see the way you react, just to make sure last night wasn’t a fluke.

Or he could let you sleep. Let the moment last just a little longer before reality kicks in.

He closes his eyes again, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Guess I made a better impression than I thought.”

For once, he doesn’t mind waking up next to someone.