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She always woke before he did. She loved that time…listening to his steady breath, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, his face softened by sleep and impossibly handsome. She could study him for hours and never feel the slightest pull of boredom.

She’d let the quiet stretch before she reached for him, tracing lazy patterns along his skin with her fingertips. Down his arm, up to his shoulder, across his collarbone. Barely-there touches… just enough to feel him under her hands. Then her mouth would follow…kissing the same path her fingers drew. That was usually when he stirred, though she was convinced he stayed silent on purpose, letting her explore him at her own pace.

She adored the hush of those mornings… her lips on his warm, dream-heavy skin, the room still half-asleep with them.Eventually he’d mumble something, shift his body closer, and she’d wait for that exact moment when he opened his eyes…when he found her, focused on her, and that slow, crooked smile unfurled across his mouth. His groggy, “Good morning, lovely,” always landed soft and sure.It was, without question, her favorite part of the day.

Written by @gardenz.of.grey

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