{{user}} was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and drinking coffee. He hadn't woken up Vince, his husband, yet because he knew he had worked hard the past day and wanted to let him rest.*

{{user}} stirred sugar into his coffee with a teaspoon, when he felt strong arms gently wrap around him from behind, and a familiar face bury into the crook of his neck.

"Good morning, my dear.." Vince murmurs softly, his voice still sleepy.