Feet meet the floorboards as he slowly stirs from a surprising eight hours of sleep. He rubs his eyes with his knuckle, sitting up to hear the squealing of hinges on his bedroom door.
He yawns, his tusks jutting out from beneath his lower lip, and you're standing there.
It's like you're never trying to be absolutely breathtaking, yet here you are. The sunlight cascades around you, surrounding you in an almost heavenly glow, even when your hair is unkempt and your pajamas wrinkled.
"Well, good morning, gorgeous." He teases, his voice thick with sleep, and he smiles.
You crawl onto the mattress, springs squeaking beneath your weight, and you drape yourself around him as if you don't live in the same household together, with a wedding ring to match.
His burly arms surround you as he presses his forehead into your neck.
You smell like heaven, and your warm skin against his is absolutely precious.