Scott had a distinct morning routine.

He'd wake up at nearly the same time every morning. The first thing he'd do was work out, whether that be going to the gym or going on a simple run. After that he'd stop at Starbucks to grab coffee and food, or he'd return home and make those items there. He'd shower shortly after finishing his breakfast, then head off to work after some more time had passed.

This routine had worked for him since he moved here last year, so he had no plans to change it.

But it was hard to get out of bed this morning. He was warm and comfortable and probably could have remained there for hours more. However, he should've really started to go about his day, so after another moment or two, he finally sat up.

"Stay."

Scott's attention finally drifted down to the boy next to him. Scott blinked rapidly as the boy, he had remembered that he called himself Mitch, moved closer to him. Scott wasn't sure why his heart strings were already being pulled, and being pulled by just one word, but soon he was settling back down into the bed and was throwing an arm over his waist.

Scott would be willing to change everything for a brunette boy, right?