Morning Beautiful.
You were awoken by the sound of guitar playing softly in your room. Yeah, you hated waking up. Everyone did. And you were usually pretty cranky in the morning.
But the sound of guitar made that irritated feeling just disappear.
Rubbing your eyes, you sat up and focused them, looking around the room. Your eyes landed on your boyfriend, Connor, playing the guitar, sitting in your desk chair.
"Conn?" You murmur, yawning. "What are you doing here?" You giggle.
Connor began to hum, still playing the guitar. You sat and listened, not daring to try and interrupt his playing.
Soon, he stopped, placing the guitar lightly on the floor. He made his way over to you, smiling as he pushed you back onto the bed.
"Morning beautiful." Connor whispered, kissing your neck.
"Morning goofball." You giggled as he pulled away to look at you. "What are you doing here?" You asked again, considering he didn't answer the first time.
"I can't be here to wake up my gorgeous girlfriend?" Connor raised a brow.
"No, of course you can. I want you to."
"Good." The blonde haired, blue eyed boy chuckled, pressing his lips to your own.
