Ben wondered as he rubbed his nose in Landon’s hair. The alarm on Ben’s phone buzzed and he cursed silently as he swiped his phone off the bedside table. He couldn’t snooze again, as a rule, he was only allowed two. He shut off the alarm and took one last deep breath, savoring Landon’s scent and warmth before he had to get up. Ben shifted his shoulders and hips and Landon grumbled incoherently before rolling away. Ben dropped a light kiss on his shoulder and smiled as a soft hum drifted from Landon then Ben carefully slid from the bed. Despite the fact that it was the sixth morning in a row that he’d woken up in Landon’s bed, Ben still couldn’t believe all of it was real. They had settled into an easy rhythm, everything felt so natural and comfortable. Ben would have laughed if someone told him a few weeks earlier that he’d have a corner in someone else’s closet for his clothes and all of his toiletries in someone else’s bathroom after a few days. Yet there he was, pulling a pair of his jeans and one of his shirts out of Landon’s closet.
