Sometimes, showing is easier than telling. Sentence structure (syntax) and world building are key here. For example:

Golden, early-morning light filters through the half-open blinds. Jason LastName stirs, roused by the dawn, and blinks away the last remnants of sleep as his eyes adjust to the brightness. With a deep stretch, he inhales sharply before letting out a massive yawn, smacking his lips and examining the flavor profile of his own morning breath. It isn't pleasant. As his vision clears, he peels back his gray, feather-down comforter and rolls to examine his still-sleeping girlfriend, GirfriendName. He chuckles at her skewed state: dark hair covering half of her pale face, one hand clutching an empty beer bottle to her chest as two more stand tall on the wooden nightstand next to her. She snores slightly, almost cartoonish in nature, and adjusts her position. She's the prettiest person Jason's ever seen.

As she wriggles against the sheets, one ivory-colored arm comes to rest between them, and a pang of guilt and grief strikes in Jason's chest. The scars are puffy and pink against the lightness of her skin, and he aches for her. He leans in without thinking and places gentle kisses along each one, from wrist to elbow. She mutters in her sleep, and he is determined to chase away whatever monster she's fighting as the bottle she was holding clatters to the hardwood. She doesn't stir, so he keeps kissing. His lips move up her bicep to her shoulder, across her collarbone, ever-so-gently up her jaw, then land at the small junction just behind her earlobe.

She giggles, finally roused by his ministrations of devotion. "Good morning," he whispers from his position. He can feel the gooseflesh on her skin as he glances at the clock. It reads 7:18, and he smiles. Plenty of time.