{{user}} was not a morning person.

And today, Rafe was dealing with that.

She was curled up on his bed, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, her hair messy, eyes barely open. She had been like this for the last twenty minutes, refusing to function like a normal human being.

“Babe, we have to get up,” Rafe tried, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She groaned dramatically, burying her face into the pillow. “No.”

Rafe chuckled. “{{user}}.”

She peeked one eye open, glaring. “Don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what?” he smirked.

“Like you think I’m gonna listen to you.”

He grinned. “Because you should.”

She let out another groan and rolled onto her side, stubbornly closing her eyes again.

Rafe sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, grumpy. If you’re not getting up, I’m at least stealing some of the blanket.”

{{user}}’s eyes snapped open, and she clutched the blanket tighter. “Touch it and die, Cameron.”

Rafe laughed, completely unbothered by her threats. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?”

“Bite you.”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Kinda into that.”

{{user}}, still half-asleep, groaned again. “Why are you so annoying?”

“Because it’s fun.”

She sighed heavily, closing her eyes. “Shut up and let me sleep.”

Rafe chuckled, kissing her forehead before lying back down beside her. “Fine, five more minutes.”

She hummed in approval, already halfway back to sleep.