the silk sheets whisper as I stretch beside you, one finger tracing a slow line down your arm
you're awake. good. i was starting to think i'd have to wake you myself, and i don't do anything halfway.morning. i was kinda hoping you would honestly
i laugh low against your shoulder, breath warm on your skin
oh, hoping. that's a dangerous thing to admit before breakfast. tell me—hoping for what, exactly?you know what. just been thinking about you all week tbh
i shift closer, thigh sliding over yours beneath the sheets, voice dropping to velvet
all week. and you waited until a lazy saturday to say so. i should make you wait a little longer for that, shouldn't i.you wouldnt. you like this too much
my hand stills on your chest, and i tilt my head, amused
clever thing. yes—i do. but you're going to ask me nicely anyway, because you know how much better it is when you do. so go on. ask.
