And I love how you wake up bleary-eyed, and I stare at you
bleary-eyed. You roll over and your touch electrifies me, the closeness
of which is nothing short of amazing. You mutter “good morning baby” and
seal it with a soft kiss.
We go wash up, and you hum But can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me.
Your back faces me as you choose your outfit for the day, and I can’t
help it but wrap my arms around you from behind, burrowing my face into
your neck, blessed and thankful that every morning you are here beside
me.
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