Imagine being woken up by the feeling of someone gently brushing their fingers against your cheek. You fluttered your eyes open slowly to see Roger propped up on his elbow looking at you. A smile slowly stretched across his face as you stirred.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he said in a soft, sleepy voice.

You gave him a small smile as you began to stretch yourself awake, "It's okay, it wasn't a bad thing to wake up to," you said through a yawn.

He let out a little laugh, "You looked so peaceful, and so soft, I simply couldn't stop myself from touching you," he said as his eyes wandered over you, clearly cherishing each part of you he saw as he continued to pet your exposed skin.

You felt yourself blush when you met his eyes and realized you didn't know what to say. You were just happy next to him, happy that he was there saying he had to touch you, knowing that he loved you. His hand slowly moved down your arm, then rested on your waist and tugged you on top of him.

"Roger!" You giggled as you looked down at him.

"Shh," he said as he lifted his head and silenced you with a kiss.

You felt hypnotized by the feel of his lips on yours, his hands holding you tightly to him and the sounds of soft breath coming from both of you. You let out a satisfied sigh into the kiss and felt him smile against you.

"I could wake up to this everyday," he breathed through kisses.

You let out a little, "Mmhm," in response, not wanting to leave his lips for a second. He squeezed you tighter as you rested your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating quite fast.

He broke the kiss for a moment and let his hands wander up to your face to hold you, "Let's stay like this all day," he said with happy eyes.

"I think I'd like that a lot."

"You better," he said with a smirk before he met your lips again.