Zoe grumbles tiredly as she pulls you back closer to her, refusing to let you leave the grasp of her mattress. Your head rests groggily against her chest as you don't fight against her grip, a soft chuckle even managing to pass your lips.

Her small trailer was cramped due to the amount of stuff laying around, so she would've woken up grumpy either way. Your hand ruffles her pixie cut as you begin trying to pull away from her grip, but it only makes her begin to hold you against her even tighter than before.