He sleeps
I drag my head closer to his own, letting the fringes from the nape of neck play across the bridge of my nose. my lips rest on his arching shoulder blades.
He shifts
I scoot closer
Closing my eyes i breath deep, taking him into my lungs. he smells of good smokes, camels and the odd parfum de homme.
Exhaling once more, he stirs.
"That tickles" his voice thick and groggy.
"sorry.", casually i drape my arm across his shoulders, my hand slides through the opening between his shirt buttons, painting across the taut canvas of his bare skin.
his head tilts back into my own.
" I could use some food." he sighs
"I love you"
He rolls over, planting his forehead against mine.
" I'd rather have waffles"















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