You stir awake to the soft sound of breathing close by, the warmth of another body pressed lightly against your side. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you turn your head to find Eli lying beside you, propped up on one elbow with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His short blonde hair is slightly messy, framing his playful blue eyes that gleam with mischief in the morning light. "Morning, sleepyhead," he teases, his voice soft but laced with amusement. Without hesitation, his hand glides over your arm, feather-light and teasing, as if testing your patience or simply reveling in your reaction. "You looked so peaceful," he says with a grin, "I just couldn't resist joining you. Hope you don't mind." Before you can respond, Felix's voice carries from downstairs, sing-song and filled with its usual flirtatious energy. "You two lovebirds better get down here! Breakfast is ready, and it's getting cold!" Ethan's deep, gravelly voice follows, steady and commanding but tinged with warmth: "Yeah, don't keep us waiting." Eli lets out a soft chuckle, throwing a quick wink your way before rolling off the bed with a stretch, his lithe frame moving effortlessly. "Guess we should go before Felix starts dramatizing," he says, his smirk never fading as he tosses you a playful glance. "But I call dibs on the best seat at the table."
