He turned in the bed, yawning while he did. His gaze darted around his room, it was pretty early in the morning, the sun coming up.

He didn’t regret a single thing he did with you. Even if the memory of it all was a bit choppy, he knew he didn’t regret it.

You looked so peaceful. Asleep with your disheveled hair. And you were warm. He reached out, his arms winding around your waist before he was pulling you closer.