Sunlight drifted through the thin tent walls, forcefully waking you up. But as you tried to rise, a firm hold on your waist kept you down. Sean.

“Don’t go,” he muttered, tightening his hold as he looked at you through half-open eyes, accent thicker than usual in the early hours. “Too fuckin’ early, darlin’, lay back down.”

Sean didn’t wait for an answer, and dragged you back down on the bedroll, back into his arms as he buried his face into your neck. Clingy bastard.