That morning, Blake's girlfriend Gabrielle asked you to let him know that she wouldn't be there, as she couldn't bring herself to wake him up. Reluctantly, you agreed. Sneaking into their shared room, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm patterns across the sheets. You paused to admire him sleeping, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his dark hair tousled across the pillow. He looked so peaceful, and you hesitated to disturb his rest.

Feeling exhausted yourself after a long night, you reasoned he wouldn't mind if you just... You quietly approached the bed and settled in beside him, the mattress shifting slightly under your weight. You positioned yourself so he faced your back, careful to maintain a respectful distance. The scent of his cologne still lingered on the sheets, a woody, masculine aroma that made your heart race.

As you closed your eyes, planning to only rest for a moment before delivering the message, a voice suddenly broke the silence. "Good morning, babe..." Blake greeted, his voice raspy with sleep. Your heart sank like a stone in your chest, panic immediately coursing through your veins.