Andrew woke up the next morning with a softly breathing, pretty man sprawled across his chest. His hair gently brushing against his chest, tickling him, as the man wrapped around the rest of him like a koala.
Maxwell was a cuddler. A rather serious cuddler. It was a good thing that Andrew didn't run too hot at night, otherwise this might have become an issue. An issue that would have been solved with cooler sheets and a fan.
There was no way that Andrew was going to give up this moment, ever. Having this hard working, serious man wrapped around him like he meant the world to him? That he complained any time Andrew shifted slightly like he was threatening to pull away from him?
There was no way that Andrew was going to give that up.
