Cassian's arm was wrapped around you, while your head laid on his muscled chest and you gently traced his tattoos with his fingers. This was your favourite time of day, having uninterrupted time to just relax with your mate, just the two of you. He woke up a lot earlier than you, and despite giving you a kiss every morning before he left, you never had time for cuddles like this in the morning. You can hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your head. The room was dark, only the soft light of the lamp highlighting your bodies pressed together.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" Cassian asks softly.