I woke up next to her again.
I woke up next to her again. It was like an addiction, sweet but wrong. It started as a one-night-stand, that was three weeks ago. I didn't want anything serious, neither did she.
But here I was again.
My arm was around her and my right leg between hers. She held my hand close to her face, and wouldn't let go. She was naked, except for her underwear.
Not even that, for her bra, was somewhere on my bed.
It was sweet, and I loved it. I was breathing in her scent, and there was nothing wrong about it. Her hair smelled so sweet, and my sheets smelled like her.
I was awake, but I didn't want to be, I just kept there, watching as she slept with my arm around her.
Every time she breathed in, her breasts filled in the space left by the inside of my elbow; when she breathed out, the space was dreadful.
I wasn't sure if she was asleep but the moment was amazing.
I hated myself for loving this, but I couldn't let go. I was hungry, but my skin was glued to hers. Some sort of amalgamation of white skin stuck together by an odd force.
Her smooth skin next to my rough exterior bound like carbon monoxide.
The light hit her hair in such a way that every strand of her dirty blonde hair was emphasized so that it looked like gold showing through a brunette cascade.
She was beautiful, and her small lips were irresistible.
I brought my left hand from underneath her and began to trace her skin softly with my hand. Taking note of her every curve, all her perfect imperfections.
I was careful not to wake her, but touch is deceiving. I then laid my hand above her head and kissed her right shoulder.
She turned around softly. Our eyes were locked and her mouth arced into a smile, mine followed suit. She put her left hand on my right cheek and whispered lightly, "good morning."
I repeated, "good morning," My right hand raised to her hair and I started to trace strands of her hair.
She then asked, "How long have you been awake?"
"A bit," I confessed
"You were enjoying the view?" She teased
"It was too good to ignore," I responded.
"Well, what do you think of this angle?" She teased as she tried a pose in bed just to notice she wasn't wearing her bra.
"Sexier," I joked, "although I think you might need to cover up the breasts."
"Perhaps, unless it's for you." She teased
I got more serious, "Are we... a thing?"
She smiled and answered, "I wouldn't mind if we were, would you?"
I answered hesitantly, "I'm scared of getting into a relationship."
She looked down at my chest and her hand followed suit. She then assured me, "We can take it slow if you'd like, I don't plan on getting married soon. I'm 22 after all."
I smiled and said, "Yeah, in that case, yeah."
"So you're my boyfriend now?" She asked happily
"Yeah," I smiled as I whispered, "and you're my girlfriend now."
She smiled, even more, even her eyes shone. She came in and kissed me, soon we were making out on that bed.
She smiled, even more, even her eyes shone. She came in and kissed me, soon we were making out on that bed. We then paused, she was slightly out of breath, "Well, you want round two of last night?"
I chuckled and joked, "you mean round three?"
"Sure," she whispered in my ear as she moved over me and started kissing my neck, "but I'm in charge of this bedroom."
I moved her over, she landed on her back and I moved over her. Her eyes were full of happiness, her skin called to me. I kissed her neck and moved down to find her breasts, she grabbed my sides.
I moved her over, she landed on her back and I moved over her. Her eyes were full of happiness, her skin called to me. I kissed her neck and moved down to find her breasts, she grabbed my sides. I then claimed, "Sure you are."
After about forty minutes, we left the room to eat breakfast. She made scrambled eggs while I cooked some bacon and sausage. We talked and laughed over breakfast, never sparing a smile.
Today, I woke up next to her again.
Today, I woke up next to her again. Today marks our 15th anniversary of being a couple, 11th anniversary of our marriage, and our daughter is four years old.