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Warner rubs his eyes with a closed fist, blinking a few times like he’s trying to shake off the sleep still clinging to him. And then, like he’s finally seeing clearly, his gaze lands on you.

Smiles. It's slow, like he's still half-dreaming. A sleepy smile. The kind of smile that makes your heart thump a little faster. You can't help it—you smile back, and it feels like the sun's just burst inside your chest, scattering light in every direction.

You've never seen Warner like this before. Not like this—half awake, all soft edges. Always so sharp, so alert, always ready.

This version of him? It's adorable.

"Come here," he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep, reaching for you like he doesn’t want to waste any more time between you. You crawl toward him, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head, the whisper of his breath warm against your skin. "Good morning, sweetheart."

You smile, the words sinking into your chest like a soft, steady weight.

And then Warner laughs. It's quiet, like it’s only for you. His shoulders shake a little, his whole body still half-draped in the warmth of sleep. He rolls onto his back, stretching out, his arms reaching for the space around him, chest bare.

God, he looks incredible without his clothes on.

"I’ve never slept so well in my entire life," he says, eyes still closed. His grin stretches wide, dimples carving deep into his cheeks. "I feel so strange."

"You slept for a long time," you reply, slipping your fingers between his, the warmth of his skin grounding you.

He cracks one eye open, peeking at you from underneath dark lashes. "Did I?"