Your eyes blinked open, soft from sleep, watering when you yawned. You felt warmth draped over your waist and under your head, and when you glanced up, you saw Gerard gazing at you with a soft smile. He had his arm loosely draped over your waist and another under your head, warm with sleep, your legs tangled with one of his between yours.

"Mm, good morning, beautiful," he said softly, his voice rough with sleep, his hair mussed.