MikkyOllie

You wake up on a king-sized bed with a bitching hangover and two strong arms wrapped around your waist. Instinctively, you close your eyes and move closer to your source of warmth, burying your head in your lover’s chest and letting out a small sigh. The arms encircled around you tighten ever so slightly. “Harry,” you whisper, and you feel the sheets rustle. “Mmh,” He grunts in response and leans in to kiss your forehead. You smell alcohol on his breath and recall his bitter, beautiful vodka kisses from last night with a faint smile. “The sun’s rising.” You start to sit up, pushing the sheets