It’s a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning
I'd love to wake up to you. I'd love to have your face be the first thing I see when I open my eyes. And I'll just softly move my hand to your cheek, just barely touching with the back of my finger, half wanting to wake you up half not wanting to disturb your sleep.
But I totally did, and you grab my hand in yours and open your eyes and look at me and I move closer to kiss you gently. Your hand trails to my back, running up and down my spine, giving me goosebumps all over, your other hand finds my face and pulls me in closer, kissing me deeper.
My hands make their way to your hair, fingers pushing you closer to me from the back of your head. I super softly bite your lower lip and open my eyes to look at you as I slowly pull away and you can feel me start to smile.