Ian slowly opened his eyes. He took in everything around him: the sunlight streaming through the large hotel window, the white rumpled sheets he was sleeping in, and of course, Anthony, right beside him and still asleep. He chuckled softly at the way he was sleeping, with one leg off of the bed and his body contorted into the strangest position. Ian rolled over on the bed so he was eye level with him and petted the curly strands of his hair while kissing him on the nose.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ian whispered.
Anthony stirred awake, his eyes slowly opening. He grinned lazily at his lover. "Mornin'," he replied. They joined lips, both men smiling into a sweet "good morning" kiss.
"Did we not set an alarm?" Anthony asked, checking the bedside clock reading 9:13 a.m.
"Nope," Ian replied. "Our next interview isn't until 2:00."
"Thank God," Anthony sighed. "Now let's sleep. Come here."
Ian obeyed and snuggled closer to Anthony. The older man stretched and put his arms around Ian, giving him a peck on the forehead before falling into a deep slumber. Before long, Ian fell asleep with nothing on his mind but Anthony's embrace.
