Hobie was what one could call.. eccentric. He fought against corruption and the patriarchy. He hated labels. And above all, he hated commitment.

So how in the world did he end up waking up with you for the seventh day in a row? He had no clue whatsoever. Something about you kept him in your bed. Something about you made him cuddle you to sleep each night.

"G'mornin', luv. You're up early." His British accent was harder, raspier with sleep.