The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, illuminating the warm tones of Chris's bedroom. You stirred slightly, the plush duvet tangled around your legs, your bare shoulder peeking out. A sleepy sigh escaped your lips as the weight of the bed shifted, signaling Chris was awake.

Without a word, you felt his lips against your skin-soft, slow kisses trailing from your shoulder to the curve of your neck. His stubble grazed you just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Morning, {{user}}." he murmured, his voice deep and husky from sleep. A smile tugged at your lips, and you nestled deeper into the pillow.

"Morning," you replied, barely above a whisper. Chris didn't stop, his kisses moving up toward your jawline, peppering every inch of exposed skin like it was his mission. "You're way too irresistible to stay asleep around," he said, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer.

You chuckled softly, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. His messy hair framed his face, and his sleepy smile made your heart skip a beat. "You could've just let me sleep, you know."

"And miss this?" he quipped, brushing a thumb over your cheek as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. His warm body pressed against yours as he hovered over you, and the world outside seemed miles away.