"If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go."
He picked up his white shirt and slowly put it on. His beautiful wife was still in their bed, looking like a goddess she was. He smirked, knowing it was him who properly put her to bed the other night. He hoped she’s going to wake up sooner than later as he wanted to give her a kiss goodbye. Looking at her sleeping form, he could only think about how much he wanted to stay there with her. He put on his pants, slowly making his way to their bathroom. He cleaned his teeth, and immediately felt better about that morning. He pretended not to notice her entrance. Only when she covered his eyes, he sighed. Her smell was intoxicating and Percy wanted to simply pick her up and throw back to bed. In one swift move she was no in his arms, smiling at him innocently. “Good morning, my love,” he said with a little smile, leaning down to capture her lips with his. He was kissing her slowly, he was taking his time. And when she abruptly moved away, she left him panting and needy. “Oh darling, you’re going to be the death of me. But that’s the only way I wanna go,” he murmured, his eyes following her movements when she made her way back to the bedroom.
