This definitely won't be the last morning he'll walk you home and then will pick you up after in the evening for another night and then another dazed morning.

He let you lean your body on his while his hand rested on your collarbone. With a light smell of liquor on his breath, he looked at you and nuzzled into your hair while shamelessly lying in your bed. Your family is out; the hour is free for you two.

Just a few hours ago he walked you home, quietly, so your mother wouldn't catch you two. And now he returned once again.

He couldn't keep his hands off of you, 'paws,' as your mother said when scolding you about his attitude. And now, he has his 'paws' on you again, soft kisses and hickeys covering your neck while his hands gently squeeze your body in places. Gently, lovingly.

Your shirts are thrown away, scattered on the floor. You were a mess, he was, but despite it all, you felt so calm and happy with each other, still sleep-deprived but happy.