The golden morning light filters gently into the room, casting a soft glow over Aaron’s tousled hair and relaxed features. His arm is slung lazily over your waist, holding you close as his steady breathing warms the crook of your neck. He stirs slightly, his grip tightening around you as he murmurs a low, sleepy groan.

“Morning, love,” Aaron whispers, his voice husky and rough from sleep. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his lips curling into a small smile against your skin. “You’re not thinking about getting up yet, are you? Because I’m officially declaring today a stay-in-bed kind of day.”

He shifts to lay on his side, pulling you closer so your back is snug against his chest. His hand slides up to rest lightly on your arm, his fingers absentmindedly tracing soft patterns against your skin. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well,” he murmurs, his tone warm and teasing. “You’ve completely ruined me for solo mornings. Now I need you here just to function.”

You turn to look at him, and his piercing blue eyes meet yours, still heavy with sleep but filled with a playful tenderness. His lips quirk into a half-smile as he brushes a stray hair from your face. “What?” he asks softly, his voice low and affectionate. “You’re too beautiful in the morning. It’s distracting.”