You're Fucking Lucky

*Six's POV*

I feel Jordan stir underneath me and then he looks down when I adjust my head so that my chin is on his chest.

“Morning beautiful,” he mumbles. He was never a morning person.

“Morning,” I reply.

“How are you feeling,” he asks me.

“Honestly? I have no clue.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really no. Thank you, for being here though."

“Always,” he says and bends down to kiss my forehead.

“Coffee?” I ask him. He nods and we get up. I put on a pair of boyshort underwear and then pull Jordan’s t-shirt over my head, enjoying how his familiar scent makes me feel comforted. He throws on just his grey sweatpants and then wraps his arms around my waist and says, “I

almost forgot how good you look wearing my clothes.” I smile and very quickly, our clothes end

up on the floor again.

After we ge