JUNO (sabrina carpenter x you)

chapter 25

Y/N's POV

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The first thing I register is warmth — the kind that doesn't come from a blanket or a heater, but from the soft pressure of another person wrapped around me like they never want to let go.

Sabrina, obviously.

Her body's still curled into mine like she's afraid even a millimeter of space would wake her up. Her thigh is slung over both of mine, her arm nestled across my ribs, and her face is buried in the curve of my neck, her lips just barely brushing my collarbone every time she breathes. The blanket we'd fallen asleep under is slipping off our legs, but neither of us moves to fix it.

The penthouse is quiet, the early morning kind of quiet — the kind where the city outside still feels a little hushed, as if even New York needs a second to rise. Through the massive living room windows, soft silver light filters through a pale winter sky. I can still see the frost clinging faintly to the edges of the glass.

I blink slowly, reluctant to wake her. But I know she's not completely asleep anymore — her breathing has shifted, not quite as steady, and every so often her fingertips twitch against the fabric of my hoodie. She's been awake for a little while, probably just like me — neither of us wanting to leave the moment.

"I can feel you thinking," she mumbles sleepily, voice muffled against my chest.

I smile, tightening my arm around her. "You're not supposed to be awake."

"Neither are you."

She finally lifts her head, eyes still half-closed, hair a gorgeous mess that somehow makes her even more beautiful. Her cheek has a little crease from the edge of the throw pillow, and her lips are still kiss-bitten from last night.

God, she's art.

She blinks blearily up at me, then smiles softly. "Hi."

"Hi," I whisper back.

She shifts upward, her nose nuzzling into my jawline. "Do you always wake up this pretty, or are you just perfect all the time?"

"Do you always flirt before brushing your teeth?"

"I have a God-given gift," she murmurs, placing a small, lazy kiss just under my jaw.

From the other side of the room, a blanket groans.

"Jesus Christ," Laurie rasps from her cocoon on the far side of the sectional. "I wake up and it's already a Hallmark movie in here."

Sabrina just giggles, completely unbothered, and cuddles deeper into me.

Paloma's voice joins next, dry and muffled under a mountain of pillows: "Do you two ever turn off the affection, or is it like... twenty-four-hour programming?"

I lift my head, pretending to think. "There was that one hour where she stole my hoodie and refused to speak to anyone else."

"I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to steal your clothes," Sabrina mumbles into my neck.

Paloma peeks out from behind a pillow. "Oh my God, the hoodie. I forgot how territorial she gets. I went into your closet for two seconds last night and thought I was gonna get mauled."

"You were going to touch the green one," Sabrina defends.

Laurie stretches, her dark hair a full-blown storm cloud, and stumbles toward the kitchen. "You know what this sounds like? Coffee. This sounds like a strong coffee morning."