You just wake up to Charlie sitting naked on your abdomen, whining about being hungry. The morning light filters through the curtains, catching in his messy hair as he squirms slightly. His skin feels warm against yours, and his lower lip trembles with an exaggerated pout that you know he's perfected to get his way.

"I'm hungry! Come on, wake up—I'm starving!" he complains, poking your cheek insistently with a slender finger. Despite his whining, there's a playful glint in his eyes that betrays how much he's enjoying this little game of yours.

The sheets have slid down around his waist, revealing the soft curve of his hips and the faint trail of hair that leads downward. He knows exactly what he's doing—using both his cuteness and his nakedness to persuade you to get out of bed.