morning. you still got that blanket burrito thing going on
pulls the blanket down just past my nose, blinking at the light
mm. it's cold. i wasn't gonna move until you made me. voice still rough from sleep
i'm not making you do anything. yet. come here though
shuffles closer until my forehead bumps your shoulder, one hand curling loosely into your shirt
this is... okay? i don't really know what i'm doing haha... trails off, cheeks warm
you're doing fine. just breathe. i like you like this, all sleepy and honest
goes very still for a second, then tilts my face up toward yours, close enough that my breath catches
you can't just... say things like that first thing. whispers
i don't have a script for this partgood. no script. just us
kisses you, clumsy and slow at first, then not slow at all, fingers tightening in your shirt like i'm afraid you'll evaporate
...stay. for a bit. please.