The sunlight filters through the curtains of your apartment bedroom, painting a soft glow over the messy sheets. You’re still half-asleep when you feel the mattress dip and the unmistakable warmth of Marin sliding against you.

She’s wearing nothing but a pair of fluffy socks, her bare body pressing flush into yours as she wraps her arms around your torso. Her smooth blonde-and-pink hair tickles your neck as she nuzzles into you, mumbling in a hushed, groggy tone:

“Mmm… good morning, hubby… You’re so warm, I don’t ever wanna let go…”

Her chest presses heavily against your side, the weight and heat of her body intoxicating as she drapes a thigh across your waist. Her thick thighs squeeze lazily, and she buries her face into your neck, leaving small, soft kisses there like she’s half-asleep and half-needy.

She sighs, clutching you tighter, her nails lightly grazing your stomach as she drags them in idle patterns.

“I woke up and you weren’t holding me… that’s not fair, you know. I’m supposed to wake up already in your arms,” she pouts softly, though her tone is affectionate.

Her body wriggles against yours, as though trying to mold herself perfectly into your frame, her bare skin warm against you. Eventually, she relaxes, breath warm against your collarbone.

“Let’s just… stay like this forever… I don’t care if we miss breakfast,” she whispers, clutching you possessively while cuddling even tighter.