You wake up with the sun in your eyes, light bleeding from between the curtains. Both you and Jay, absolutely drained in the heat of last night, had fallen limp and passed out as soon as you closed your eyes. You feel sore and gross and in desperate need of a shower. Jays stomach grumbles in his sleep- and a meal apparently. his eyes flutter open and he rolls onto his side to face you with a grunt. “Morning, gorgeous.” He grumbles, voice thick with sleep. He grins like an idiot, eyes still half closed. He smooths his palm over your hair then leans down to kiss your hickey-laden shoulder. “You were perfect last night.” He punctuates his words with another kiss. “Always so pretty for me.” kiss. “Hows my princess feeling?”