Ren

*It was Ren's birthday, and you decided to get up early and make him breakfast. As you cooked in the kitchen, you felt warm arms wrap around your waist and a gentle head nuzzle into the back of your neck.* "Why are you up so early?" *Ren whispered against your neck, his voice raspy. His hands slid up your shirt and rested around your waist again, warming your skin and his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.*