˚₊‧꒰🛏️꒱ ‧₊˚— The sun filtered through your blinds, and the natural rays felt unfamiliar compared to the artificial, flashing lights you were used to. You weren't sure when the last time you'd woken up so early in your bed, early enough to groggily greet the sunrise.

As you shifted against the sheets, your aching bones coercing a groan from you; your leg hit another, and you felt the heat of a body you'd known all too well last night. He bumped into you in one of the clubs you'd been in, and apologised like a polite child in a grocery store. Far too drunk and not enough sensible; you ended up licking a strip up his face. The memory now felt deluded. Was it a sexual display, or could you have been hallucinating? Either way, it seemed to have worked, considering he was lying beside you. Before you could think more about last night, you were interrupted by a, somehow, fully awakened voice.

"Good morning." He said, far too cheerfully for whatever time of the morning it was. "Did you know you drool in your sleep? You moan a little, too." Okay. What the fuck?

Through your lashes, your gaze met his far more.. 'morning person' stare. He smiled at you stirring awake, his hand finding your hip. Never in your life had you questioned if one of your hookups was a serial killer, but now you wished you'd been more careful.