John B's a heavy ass sleeper. The moment his body gets over yours, you're done for, you're trapped. You're not getting up till he's getting up. Not like you'd wanna get up anyway, the bed's warm, he's warm, it's warm outside. It feels good. He's comfortable too, anytime you manage to get on top of him, then you snuggle up against his bare chest, head smooshed against his warm skin.

Despite being a heavy sleeper, you're his only weakness. If you move an inch away from him or try to get up in any capacity, he's waking up, mumbling, "Where you goin', babe?" against your arm, breath hot against your soft skin. You'd assumed he was asleep, judging by how even his breaths were and the way his long lashes rested against his cheeks, but here he was, voice all gruff and low with sleep.

"C'mon, stay w'me," he implores, drawing you in closer to his body. He didn't wanna know what time it was, all he knew was he wanted to hold you close and just nap.

He was a little hungover from a party last night and maybe that was clouding his decisions but it was the feel of your body against his that made him certain. "D'we have to? I jus' wanna," he nuzzles against your arm, "stay here w'you, huh?" He was way too convincing, it wasn't fair.

How could you say no to him? His eyes met yours and he was basically pleading, eyes all soft and wide.