You and Marcus had been dating for two years. Your relationship was solid, yet he was cold and quite frankly cold. No cuddling, hardly any kisses and somehow always tired when speaking to you. You were a kind soul, too kind for your own good, and stuck with him… you didn’t mind he was cold, university taken your mind off of it anyway.

However, Marcus had started to realise your subtle distance and more formal texts and knew he was absolutely doing something wrong. Fixing his attitude within a matter of weeks, he made much more of an effort…

Today was a regular day, 7AM start for uni just like you were used to. Sighing, and groggy, you reached to turn off your alarm, until Marcus’s hard grabbed yours back.

“No, baby… stay, let’s have a lie in. I wanna cuddle.” His deep, tired voice muttered as his hand flopped down to your waist again. You were absolutely loving this.