It was morning. The sun poured through the glistening crystal window, the perfect fit lining of the wooden frame, a beautiful view from the sun’s position of the shine.

Aventurine lay on his bed, shirt half buttoned as his workplace dialled him and called him over to work. However, you were quite hesitant about letting him leave.

He wrapped his arms around your sleeping body, holding you against his chest tightly as he kissed the back of your neck. “Baby…I have work…” He held the other man.