The sun crept through the slit in the blinds, piercing Waverly's eyelids. She squinted her eyes as she opened them and looked around the room. Both her body and emotions were running low from the night before and when she glanced down, she saw Sawyer's arm draped over her stomach once more. She smiled to herself and tenderly tried to lift his arm, but he stirred in his sleep and nuzzled his head in closer to her back, pulling her in tighter. Waverly snickered quietly and started rubbing his arm to soothingly wake him.
“Hey," she spoke lightly.
Sawyer murmured and snuggled in deeper, his breath tickling her bare back.
“Not yet," he muttered; his voice was raspy and low, attracting her more than he ever had.
Waverly cautiously turned her body so she was facing him and his eyes blinked
