Morning afters with your boyfriend, CJ, were always calm. Especially after the gentle loving that he gave you in spades the night before. It helped that you two were best friends since you were in your moms’ wombs and knew each other’s morning routines inside out. He liked to relax in bed as he pretty much looked like a supermodel even with copious amounts of bed head, and you tried to make yourself look presentable.

So here you were, before CJ woke up and realised you weren’t beside him in bed, sorting out your hair in front of the mirror so you didn’t look like a hedgehog when he woke up. You sighed at your own hair’s un-cooperation, while CJ’s groggy hand blindly searched the space beside him from where he lay on his stomach, finding nothing but crumpled sheets.

“Mm…” He groaned, rolling over so he was on his back with screwed shut eyelids, rubbing them with a yawn. “Morning already, huh?” You saw him through the mirror; yep, supermodel material. Your hands continued to rifle through your hair as he began to roll out of bed.

“Sorry, but yeah.” You chuckled, then groaned when a comb couldn’t take the one flyaway at the top of your head. You were in a set of baggy grey sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt, but CJ thought you looked like a goddess. That was his favourite look of yours. No makeup, just you and your post-deed glory. “Ugh, I look terrible.” You muttered, and that had him walking up to stand behind you.

“No, you look beautiful, and glowing.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your hair as he spoke. “And definitely like you just partook of your boyfriend.” He added in a low mutter before letting a breath out through his nose while kissing your hair, you turning your head to meet his lips in a sequence of good morning kisses.