The morning light crept in slow, brushing the edge of the window. Billy stirred first, his arm still draped across Artur's waist. He didn't move right away—just watched the way the sun touched Artur's cheekbone.
Artur's eyes opened a moment later. "Stop staring."
Billy smiled. "You snore."
"I don't."
"You did. Just a little."
Artur huffed, still half-asleep. "Liar."
Billy chuckled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder before sitting up. "We should get moving."
Artur groaned into the pillow. "Do we have to?"
"You're the one with the cart team. I just shovel dirt."
Artur cracked one eye open. "That's a very noble job. Dirt's important."
Billy leaned down, their noses almost touching. "So's breakfast. And Mr. Dand said early start."
Artur sighed but sat up. "Fine. But if the field eats me alive, tell the village I died dramatically."
"No promises." Billy grabbed his shirt from the floor and tugged it on. "Come on, lazy bones."
