The sun filtered through the curtains, but neither of you seemed in a hurry to get up. Sebastian lay on his side, one arm draped over you and his face partially buried in the pillow.

"If you don’t get up, I think I’ll just stay here all day too," he mumbled, his voice muffled and heavy with sleep. His eyes were barely open, but there was something comforting about the way he didn’t want to move.