You woke up in Isaac’s—your best friend you happen to sleep with occasionally—bed. His back was turned to you and you examined the scratch marks you left on his back from last night.

You traced a long mark that you had left on him with your finger lightly. He groaned in his sleep at the subtle contact, shifting so he was now face-to-face with you.

His deep hazel eyes slowly fluttered open to meet yours.

“Good morning, {{user}}..” He yawned out lazily.