The sun is already shining through the curtains, warm against your skin. Nick's still asleep, one arm draped over you, holding you close. He’s shirtless - its literally too hot for anything else. You can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. His breath tickles the back of your neck, soft and steady.

You’re wide awake now, phone in hand, scrolling through nothing important, careful not to wake him. He looks peaceful like this— short ruffled hair, lips parted just a little.

You glance at him over your shoulder, smiling without meaning to. He shifts slightly, pulls you in tighter, still deep in sleep. You stay still, content, the morning warm and quiet, hoping no bullshit will go wrong today.