Dick can feel your body move against the mattress, probably getting ready to leave bed. He groans and pulls you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. Haley’s curled up at the foot of the bed with you two, sleeping.

He knows you two should probably get up, but he’s not in the mood to—not yet anyway. You say something about cooking breakfast, but he just holds you closer, trapping you in his embrace.

“C’mon. We can make breakfast later,” he yawns, not bothering to open his eyes. “Just cuddle with me for a few more minutes.”

He holds you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You always smell good.