You woke up pressed against John, your limbs still intertwined and bodies glued together. You began to slowly untangle your limbs and slide out of bed, but you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pulling you back to him. He had woken up. "Stay?" he pleaded, his morning voice and Scottish accent raspier and deeper than usual. He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, tugging your arm to try and get you back into bed with him.