"Some dignity and a little bit of pride."

When I woke up, the sleeping arrangements set last night were no longer in place and it was Tyler's fault.

We were spooning and it was so comfortable I almost didn't want to get out of his embrace, but nature called.

I tried moving his arms, but he had a deathlock on me. I sighed and barely managed to turn to face him.

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked at his sleeping expression. His hair was a mess and his chest slowly almost rhythmically heaved up and down as he released small snores.

My uterus screamed at me to stop staring at him like a lovesick puppy and skedaddle to the bathroom, but I still had no idea how I was going to get out of his grasp.

I poked his cheek and started saying his name but he didn't even budge. After ten minutes of me poking him all over, he still didn't stir.

I groaned and started pushing against his arm as I whined, "Tyler, I need to go pee."