He chuckles softly, tugging at the comforter as you roll over away from him. “Y/N…” he calls your name in an almost singing way. “Y/N.” He climbs on the bed, crawling over to you, peeking over your shoulder. “You’re not sleeping!” his blond hair framing his face as he looks at you. “You’re faking!”

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Taking his face in your hands, you say “I’m sleeping. Look,” you close your eyes, “you have to make it yourself…but also for me!”

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