“Five more minutes,” Mark groans, pulling you back under the covers. The sun peeked through the curtains, making him pull them too.

He held you tight, arms wrapped around your waist and legs closed around your own.

A sleepover had been a good idea, he loved sleepovers, and he loved his girlfriend, you. Put them together? Best night of his life.

But waking up from the aftermath? Not his favourite.