kisses his cheek.
// @bloomshops!!
HER LIPS ARE THE brush of a butterfly’s wings across his skin. as his eyes flutter open the world still exists in the soft haze of grudging wakefulness, in limbo between dream and reality, all soft edges and creeping sunlight. she is an angel with a halo behind her. framed with dark hair and painted with a bright morning smile, she leans over him, waking him in her gentle way. his own smile comes like a reflex. an immediate reaction to seeing her, to being near her, to feeling her radiate her warmth out to him.stretching, he groans, all a ploy to free his arms so that he can wrap them around her. pull her closer to his chest, feel her heart beating against his own. she laughs quietly and he does the same, his own lips now finding her skin – cheeks, eyelids, nose. they could speak but there’s no need. good morning, he thinks, and it’s always a good morning if they’re together.so he simply pulls the covers back over them, arms still closed around her. they’re not getting up. not just yet.