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Soft grey light right before sunrise, and waking up to you in our bed. I don’t mind that I can’t sleep.

I couldn’t dream a better picture than you, with your chest rising and falling slowly and your eyes hiding behind those lashes. Strong hands resting on the pillow, the contrast of your dark beard and lush lips.

I want to run my fingers through your hair but you look so peaceful. I want to curl up into your arms and listen to you breathe me in, instinctively pulling me closer in your sleep.

I want to kiss the skin on your neck that isn’t covered by the blanket, and climb on top of you to feel you harden between my legs as you wake. I want to feel you inside of me, replaying last night with the warm glow of 6AM illuminating our bodies.

Instead I watch until you stretch, your muscles flexing across your back as you breath deep and let out a low growl.

I want things to be this way forever.

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