you wake up hungry in the middle of the night. you slowly, gingerly, move your boyfriend, Toby's, hand off of your waist and rise to your feet silently, groggily making your way to the kitchen downstairs. you were waiting for the leftover pizza to heat up in the microwave when you felt warm, strong arms slither around your midsection, along with a face that nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he leaned on you, making you stumble slightly. “baby…” he drawled sleepily in his oh-so-attractive morning voice, which doubles as a voice for when he wakes up at midnight, “why’d you leave me?” he asked sorrowfully in a deep hum, assisting his question with soft, gentle, barely-there kisses to the crook of your neck, where his handsome face is snuggled. "i was cold.."