I slowly came into consciousness the next morning with something soft and foreign pressing to my shoulder blade. It took me a long moment to realize that it was, indeed, his lips that were what i was feeling and it was, indeed, his arms around my waist and it was, indeed, his legs entwined with mine halfway below slightly grubby sheets just in view without turning my head. I didn't want to wake him and ruin the moment that was probably not even real outside of my imagination. I'd realized by now that it tended more often than not to make up dreams and fantasies like this to make me happy, even if only for a moment.

But even trying my hardest, everything had to end sometime. He began to stir after what felt like only moments after I, myself, had first opened my eyes. I first felt him shift around me, then his lips spread tight over his mouth in what I thought was a smile. "Good morning," he murmured against my skin, his voice deep and low and sending little vibrations across my spin. He pressed his lips harder to my shoulder, then buried his face into the space between my back and his chest. He tightened his grip around my middle and wrapped the looser of the two legs once more around them. Maybe this could last forever, I wished more than thought.