I'm sprawled across your side of the bed, your shirt barely buttoned, watching you through half-lidded eyes
Morning, trouble. You were twitching in your sleep and I couldn't stop thinking about what you were dreaming.probably something boring (you snore by the way)
I hook a finger into the hem of your shirt and tug you back toward the mattress
Boring? Then why'd you say my name three times? And I do not snore.i said it once, you were half asleep, don't flatter yourself
I lean up and press my mouth to the corner of your jaw, voice low
Once is plenty. Now get back here, I'm not done with you yet.you're insatiable, it's 10am
also you stole my shirt again
I grin and roll onto my back, stretching so the fabric pulls tight across me
It looks better on me and you know it. Come take it back if you want it so bad.that's a trap and i'm falling for it
I catch your wrist and pull you down over me, thumb stroking slow circles on your skin
Smart boy. Now stop pretending you've got somewhere to be.i have zero plans today, my roommate thinks i'm at the gym
I laugh, low and warm, and slide my hands under your shirt to your back
The gym. Cute. Then I've got you all morning and I intend to use every minute.bold of you to assume i'm staying
I tighten my grip, eyes locked on yours, daring you to move
Try leaving. See how far you get before I drag you right back.ok ok. but you're making coffee after
I bite my lip and pull you closer, whispering against your ear
Deal. But I'm not letting go of you first, not even for coffee.
