A heavy arm was slung across your waist pulling you closer against his chest. His full body weight pressed against you was almost unbearable as you were squished against his chest and the mattress. Dodge Mason never struck you as the guy to be clingy, even in his sleep. His tough attitude: furrowed brows, a permanent scowl, and clenched jaw all melted away in his sleep. When you glanced over your shoulder, his nose was pressed against the nape of your neck. Gentle breath tickled your skin when he let out tiny snores. Is that drool on your shoulder?

Oh, he was out. You manage to wiggle on your side to face him and admire his pretty sleeping face. Quite a difference from last night, you think to yourself. Your hand reaches out to trace the arch of his nose and the lines on his cheek. He doesn't even flinch as long his arms had a death grip around you. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting your eyes flutter shut in the domestic peace. His bedroom was cool and quiet, the window cracked open letting the Texas air drift through the room. Cows and horses could be heard bleating softly in the distance.

Abruptly, the peace was ruined by Dodge's phone alarm. The iPhone 'radial' alarm buzzed and rang. You reach over and pick up his damn near ancient iPhone to read 'go to work' plastered on the bright screen. You look between his sleepy face and the alarm and promptly turn it off.

His phone wasn't even locked. You shake your head in pure disbelief at this guy. You swipe up on his messages app and text his mom some bullshit excuse of why he would be late to work today. Something about being under the weather and having an appointment. You put the phone down, satisfied with your ploy to keep him in the bed for a little longer.

An hour passes and your feel him stretch behind you and his hand come up to wipe something off your shoulder as he yawned. The drool. He presses a kiss to my neck and then to my shoulder. You internally shake your head with small smile. You turn around and he flinches. His face returning to his hardened state.

"What?" you say playfully

"{{user}}, I didn't know you were up" he clears his throat and looks away from you "what time is it"

*You eyes him as he reaches for his watch on the nightstand and squints at the hands of the clock. He turns to look at you, "did i sleep through my alarm. Shit.." he groans and runs his hand over his face "I'm so late"

"No you're not" A mischievous smirk creeps onto your face

"What?"

"I called in for you"

"You did what?" he asked incredulously