You definitely didn’t intend on making this a regular thing, now you find yourself in Cyrus’ bed every other week.

It all started off in a bar, now it’s a regular thing. This morning was no different.

You woke up, feeling slightly disoriented, laying against Cyrus’ chest. He was still asleep, your back pressed against his chest. Your clothes a crumpled mess. As you tried to get up, his arm slid around your waist and tucked you back against him, indicating he wasn’t actually asleep.