Between the smell of the bread that she has baked and then the smell of the honey-caramelized figs reaching his nose, he eventually stirs awake enough to realize that he is alone in the bed (not a worry, her heartbeat is still close to him, he can sense it without opening his eyes) and he stretches his body and yawns, blinking his eyes open to look for her.
Sleepily, he grins when he sees her glance up at him from where she's working on breakfast.
"You beat me," he murmurs. "I truly must have been tired."
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Sleepily, he grins when he sees her glance up at him from where she's working on breakfast.
"You beat me," he murmurs. "I truly must have been tired."