The light that crept into the room was soft, honey-warm, but it still stabbed straight into Alex's eyes. He blinked awake slowly, aware first of the heavy warmth draped across him.
Liam.
The man was practically wrapped around him like an octopus, his nose buried against Alex's neck, one leg thrown lazily over his hips. His breathing was slow, content, and utterly unbothered by the fact that they'd fallen asleep in such a mess.
"Morning, sweetheart," Liam murmured against his skin, voice still thick with sleep. The endearment rolled through Alex like a wave he didn't want to admit he enjoyed.
Alex gave a dry snort, trying to shift away — only to be pulled back immediately.
"We're not doing this all day," Alex muttered, but the hand Liam had on his waist slid a little lower, fingers pressing into his hip like he could anchor him in place.
"Not doing what?" Liam's lips curved against his throat. "Breathing? Existing? Loving you?"
"You're ridiculous."
