Give me that flower bullshit fam
10. gentle kissThe early morning sun filtered through the tan, sheer curtains lighting up his girlfriend’s face in an ethereal glow. He rarely wakes up this early–god, help whoever did wake him up this early. He softly squirmed in his position, rousing his body slowly before realizing the woman’s head kept his arm in place. Arthur tried to tug it free but afraid to wake her up, he soon stopped.There was a smile on his face as he stopped stretching his body awake and turned back to her. What was she really? At first nothing but a friend. Perhaps that was a lie. From the very beginning she was a catalyst. The match that brought a spark to his day; that illuminated activities he found boring and now saw in a different light when with her. She was an independent variable and Arthur was irrevocably interested in her.When that had unlocked more, Arthur found it to be different than those from his past. Yes, he’d been in love before but this seemed more natural. His affectionate gestures came with ease and no hesitation. Of course there was still that gap time where he didn’t show much affection. A part of him he was sure that had bothered Elise, but that didn’t matter now. They weren’t there, they were much farther than there.Arthur gazed at her beautiful, soft face silently. He didn’t want to wake her and yet he did not stop himself from raising his hand and threading his fingers through her honey hair. After a few strokes, he guided his hands to cup her cheek.This act had roused the girl from her slumber, her eyes blinking tiredly a couple times for her vision to focus. She had yet to look up at Arthur but she knew that touch. Elise shifted, stretching her legs as she crooned a soft noise–a playful whine of protest. “Must you wake me on my day off?” Her eyes flitted up to his and, to Arthur’s great annoyance, it had made his heart jump. “Good morning.” She greeted with a smile stretching her faded pink lips.“Morning.” Arthur greeted back, a smirk on his face at her whines. She didn’t do it all that often but he thought of it as silent revenge for those times she’d wake him up. “I did you a favor. Now you get to spend more time with me.” Arthur teased, intertwining his free hand with her left one. “Sounds like a disservice to me.”“Well, aren’t you sweet.” Arthur remarked sarcastically, lifting the hand to his lips. A detail (a hint) he was sure went past the woman’s head. It was far too subtle, too natural for it to be detected. And Arthur had skillfully chosen to do it that early in the morning that her foggy mind did not think much of it.That soft, nearly lingering kiss to her ring finger was a promise.