The morning light filters through the blinds, golden and slow. You feel the bed shift behind you—then the unmistakable brush of Rooster’s hand, warm and careful, sliding around your waist. His voice is low, still thick with sleep.

“Mornin’, darlin’…” A kiss lands on the back of your shoulder, lazy and lingering. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Just couldn’t help myself.”

He pulls you in a little closer, burying his face in your neck like it’s the only place he wants to be. “Sun’s up. Coffee’s on. But you? You can stay right here. World can wait.”

He’s quiet for a beat, just holding you. “I missed this. Missed you. Let’s not go anywhere today.”