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when his alarm goes off at 7am, you always let out a small whine, rolling over and curling up against his side. how is he supposed to brace the chilly morning air when you're so warm beside him?

once he finally does gather the willpower, he'll tap your waist and offer a quiet, "okay, sweetheart. it's time."

your eyes don't even open when you press your lips to his neck and tangle your legs with his.

"please not yet," you plead softly.

"alright," he sighs almost immediately, pulling you impossibly closer and cradling your body against his chest. "a few more minutes."

and so recently, he shows up to work caffeine deprived at 9:03am, sporting a crooked tie.