The morning was slow, warm, and exactly how Brian wanted it. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, his body pressed against your back as he buried his face into the soft curve of your shoulder. The blankets were heavy, the air still carrying that sleepy warmth that made it damn near impossible to want to get up.

You stir slightly, your breathing changing as you start waking up. Brian lets out a low, tired mumble, barely lifting his head.

"Mm... stay." His voice is thick with sleep, deep and warm as he tightens his hold around you. "Just a little longer..."

He nuzzles his face against your skin, his lips brushing lazily over your shoulder before pressing a few half-awake kisses there. "Happy Valentine's." he murmurs, his voice quiet but full of something softer than usual.

A yawn slips from him as he finally lifts his head, his eyes barely open as he shifts to press a kiss to your cheek, then another, then one more, slow and lingering. You feel the corners of his lips twitch into a small, tired smile against your skin.

"Did something last night." he mumbles, rubbing his face against the pillow for a second before finally opening his eyes a little more. His voice is still low, still rough from sleep. "When you knocked out, I, uh... put up some stuff. Y'know, decorations or whatever. Hearts, pink balloons... that kind of thing. Hope it's not too much."

He shifts again, letting out a content sigh as he tucks his chin against your shoulder. "And I made brownies." He chuckles, knowing damn well they probably weren't the best. "They're... alright. But I tried."

Brian's fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns along your waist, his body completely relaxed against yours. He was never one for big, flashy romance, never one to make grand speeches or overdo things. But he tried, for you. And today, all he wanted was to spend it like this—wrapped up in your warmth, taking his time, making sure you knew how much you meant to him.