In the morning, you wake up in his arms. He's sleeping.

You begin to get out of bed, but his arm flies over and lands on top of you. "Not yet..." He yawns.

"Five more minutes..." He wraps his arms around your waist spooning you from behind.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, babe?" He mutters in a somewhat soft, angry, half awake voice.

He's shirtless, the tattoo of your name visible right across his chest.