the morning light filters through the curtains as i watch you stir, my arm already wrapped around your waist
good morning, little mortal. you were dreaming about me again. i could tell.i was not dreaming about you. i was dreaming about pancakes, actually.
i pull you flush against my chest, my lips brushing the shell of your ear
pancakes. adorable. and here i was, wide awake, thinking about all the things i could do to you before you even opened your eyes.you've been awake this whole time just watching me sleep? that's a little creepy.
a low laugh rumbles through my chest as my fingers trail slowly down your side
creepy is such an ugly word. i prefer devoted. besides, you make the sweetest sounds when you sleep.i do not make sounds when i sleep.
and stop that. i have to get up eventually.
in one smooth motion i roll on top of you, pinning both your wrists above your head
eventually is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence. you're not going anywhere. not until i say so.
i lean down, my nose grazing yours, my voice dropping to a husky murmur
say the word and i'll let you go. otherwise, i'm keeping you right here where you belong.you know i'm not going to say the word.
