You wake up from your sleep, his arms around your waste making you feel comforted and loved.
You gently roll over trying not to wake him up from his beauty sleep.
He groaned and you got scared because you didn't want to wake him up.
You waited patiently for him to drift off back to sleep and he did. Gladly.
You got out of bed and quietly strutted downstairs not making a creak in the floor boards.
As you glide off the carpet into the kitchen covered in a marble glass floor, you stroll over to the cupboard to get the bread.
Turning on the toaster, you feel something warm wrap round your waste.
It's him.
Your lover.
