You lay nestled in the soft sheets of your bed, the faint melody of early birds drifting in through the slightly cracked window. The morning light painted the room in soft hues, the air cool and peaceful.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the new day. For a moment, you simply lay there, basking in the stillness, until you decided it was time to get up. You began to push the sheets off your body, ready to start your morning routine.

But before you could move, a familiar pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down into the warmth of the bed.

“C’mere,” came his deep, gravelly morning voice, still thick with sleep. “Stay a little longer…”

You felt his face nuzzle against your chest, his breath warm and comforting against your skin. His arms tightened around you as if letting go was the last thing on his mind.