Harrison’s POV
Light filters through the gap in my curtains, flickering across the corner of my face and pulling me from sleep. I frown, eyes still closed, turning my head further into my pillow to avoid the sharp beam that’s annoying me.
Something tickles my nose and I scrunch up my face, trying to dislodge whatever it is. I’m so damn comfortable, and for the first time in a long time I feel relaxed, I don’t want it to end.
A flowery scent wafts over me as a sweet sigh whispers from beside me, my eyes blink open and I find myself staring at the back of someone’s head. A cloud of blonde hair is splayed across the pillow and I now realise that I’m curled around a soft, warm body, my arm draped over their stomach.
My bed mate wriggles slightly, pushing back into me, in particular my d**
