the love story everyone wants

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i open my eyes revealing bright light glazing from the window that sits infront of me. i groan out of annoyance. i hear footsteps coming close to the door and i rustle throughout the beautiful white sheets i slept on, trying to find a bra, a shirt, ANYTHING to find cover myself. i resolve to just putting the comforter over my breasts and staring at the door, bracing myself for anyone that comes through.

the door opens.

a sigh of relief came through and lifted weight off my shoulders.

it was my boyfriend.

"goodmorning my love, how did you sleep," he says while he sits on the edge of the bed rubbing my thighs that were under the sheets.

"i slept just fine, may i ask what time it is?"

"its about maybe 9? i dont really keep track of time baby, you know me."

"i know i know just curious. is your family home?"

"obviously not, i wouldnt leave you fully undressed in my bedroom with the door 75% shut. no one deserves to see you like that unless its me."

"haha youre adorable arent you?"

he leans in and kisses my forehead, to my nose and slowly to my mouth. i giggle cutely, "baby let me get dressed, do you have any shirts for me maybe?"

he gets up and jogs to his closet, pulling a huge yankees shirt from one of the hangers. he tosses me the shirt right in my face.

"OOPS!"
"IM SORRY LOVE HAHAHAH," he says in a TOTALLY apologetic voice.

"hardy har har har, just get out and let me change."

"why do you always make me get out, i've seen you ass naked so many times."

"IT'S DIFFERENT GET OUT."

"OKAY OKAY JEEZ LOUISEEE..."
he gets up and blows me a kiss while slipping through the door, closing it all the way.

god i love this boy so much. i lift the yankees shirt he gave me and sniff the biggest sniff i've ever sniffed in my entire life. his scent. his shirt. i cant get over the thought of him. how did i get so lucky?
after burrying my face into his shirt and fantasizing about him for about 3 minutes straight i finally put on the XL shirt on and put my curly black hair into a messy bun. i slowly get up but wince in pain because of soreness. i grab the inside of my legs, god he really made me not able to walk. i try and not make it noticeable that my legs were sore from last night while i walk like a drunk person to his kitchen.

"woah are you okay?," he says cutely as he turns his head to look at me, pausing whatever he's doing. he glances up and down and smiles.
"god you look so pretty in my clothing, but seriously whats wrong. did i go too rough last night?"

"oh shut the fuck up, you always go rough. honestly just pin me to a wall and stab me 28 times. its equivalent to making me not be able to walk."

"baby im sorry i'll go more gentle next time," he says, walking over to me putting my face into his palm. i put my hand on his and rub my face in his hand.
"do you want me to carry you to the couch, my princess?"

i blush, "yes i do, i deserve it."

he picks me up putting his face in between my breasts, shaking his head in all directions. i laugh obnoxiously and slap the top of his head. giggling, he lays me on the couch and walks away to make me my favorite coffee order. he's like a homemade starbucks. i always prefer a coffee from my future husband than from a shitty coffee shop that's filled with emotionally abused teenagers that loves caramel lattes or frappes. i grab the roku remote and pull the soft ugg blanket from the other side of the couch and snuggle up. i change it to netflix, "hey babe what do you wanna watch?"