Waking up. Only 6am. A sunny morning. Next to me, facing away, and snoring lightly, you are still asleep.
I listen for a while, watching, and taking it all in. So very cute.
Then I move forward, softly kissing the back of your neck, and moving my right arm around you. My tummy touches your back. Nice and warm. My thighs touch the back of yours. Our warm feet touch. I am just holding you. Listening. Breathing. Feeling. Our safe place. Nothing more. Holding you. Drifting off.
Waking up a little later, it's still quite early. You are still asleep. We are still in the same position, I am still cuddling you from behind. You are warm. I am still holding you. I can feel your skin on mine. I smell you. Safe.
I can see the bruise on your arm you called ugly. I then remember what you said about your legs. You said you didn't like them. I smile at the memory. I remember what I told you. Your bruise is yours. So are your legs. So are your hands, your smile, your feet, your taste, your eyes, your knees. It makes you. It's all perfect. You are beautiful. I so fucking love you.
I begin kissing your neck, your ears, lightly. You are breathing rhythmically, still asleep.
Last night, all the things we said we'd do to each other, I remember them now. Everything. Fucking hot.