Saturday morning arrived with actual sunlight—the kind that suggested spring had finally decided to commit, warming the apartment enough that Luca kicked off the covers before fully waking.
He opened his eyes to find Noel already awake, lying on his side, watching him with that quiet attention that still made Luca's stomach flip even after months together.
"Morning," Luca said, voice still rough.
"Morning. You talk in your sleep."
"I do not."
"You do. Something about Noel cat stealing my shoes."
"That sounds accurate. He does steal my shoes."
"He's a cat. He doesn't wear shoes." Noel said.
"He's vindictive. He hides them on purpose."
Noel smiled, reaching over to brush hair from Luca's forehead. "We should get up. Alex's thing is at two but we should eat first."
"Okay Luca said, then "But five more minutes."
"You always say that."
"Because I always mean it."
But they both got up anyway, the day's obligation pulling them from comfortable laziness.
