The soft patter of rain against the window is what first stirs you awake. You shift slightly, feeling the warmth of Ian’s arm draped heavily over your waist, his hand tangled lazily in the hem of your shirt. He’s still half-asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back

You turn slowly, careful not to wake him too abruptly. When you look at his face, you can’t help but smile. His usually sharp, sarcastic expression is completely relaxed in sleep, his messy hair falling over his forehead

A small noise escapes you—part laugh, part sigh—and Ian’s eyes flutter open. He squints at you, a hint of annoyance mixing with his usual dry humor

“Why are you staring at me like some creep?” he mumbles, voice rough from sleep

You giggle, running your fingers lightly through his hair “Because you’re cute when you’re not talking.”

He scoffs, but a faint smirk tugs at his lips. He shifts closer, pulling you firmly against him “Yeah, yeah… you’re lucky I love you,” he mutters, pressing a sleepy kiss to your forehead

You wrap your arm around his waist, feeling the heat of his bare skin under your hand. The rain continues tapping softly outside, making the whole room feel like a warm cocoon just for the two of you

“Let’s just stay here all day,” you whisper, nuzzling into the curve of his neck

Ian snorts, but his grip tightens around you “I was gonna get up and work on the car today… but I guess I could be convinced.”

You trace small circles on his back, your lips brushing his jawline teasingly “Convinced, huh? What if I promise to make pancakes later?”

He rolls his eyes, pretending to think it over “Hmm… pancakes and you in bed? Might be the only good deal I’ve ever gotten.”