@pbtdiary: When Morning Holds Us ❤️ Leo woke to the soft heat of Andrew beside him, their ankles lightly tangled. He brushed a thumb across Andrew’s knuckles, earning a sleepy smile and a closer pull. The room smelled like clean sheets and dawn. Andrew murmured Leo’s name, barely awake. They shared a slow kiss, foreheads touching. No plans felt urgent. Wrapped together, they stayed still, choosing warmth and each other while the day waited quietly outside.