Josh does not cuddle.

At least, that’s what he claims. Loudly. Often.

"I’m not a cuddler," he’d said once, arms crossed over his chest. "Too much body heat, too much touching—no thanks."

And yet…

Somehow, every single morning, you wake up completely tangled in him.

Today is no different.

The sunlight filters in through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. You blink sleepily, shifting slightly—only to realize you can’t move.

Because Josh is wrapped around you.

His arms are locked around your waist, his face buried in your neck, and his leg is thrown over yours like a human-sized restraint.

Your lips twitch.

Carefully, you try to wiggle free. But the second you do—

A low, sleepy groan rumbles against your skin.

"Don’t."