I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

11: Changes

“Can I lay by your side next to you and make sure you’re alright? I’ll take care of you.”

Lay Me Down by Sam Smith

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I woke up to the bright light coming from my bedside window. The sun was shining brightly as if signaling the start of a perfect day. I stretched my arms and legs, stopping abruptly when I felt a big, warm body cuddled against my side. I turned in place, put my hand under my cheek and just lay there watching him.

Scott stirred before slowly opening his eyes. “You’re creepy.”

I smiled. “I’m not.”

He closed his eyes again. “You are watching me sleep.”

“So what if I am?”

“It’s creepy.”

“Still trying to get used to it.”

He snuggled closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He gently pressed his lips to mine and murmured, “Well, then you better not hate my face cause you’ll be waking up to it a lot for a very long time.”

I kissed him on the forehead. “I love your face.”

“Just my face?” he asked.

I brought up my other hand and placed it on his chest. “This, too.”

“Go on.”

I slid my hand lower to his abdomen. “This part right here, including all the baby fats,” I joked.

“My baby fats are rejoicing,” he said sarcastically. “What else?”

“Uhmmmm…” I trailed my hand lower and reached for his inner thigh. “Now holding one of my favorites.”

“I think you miscalculated. Your hand should be a little higher.”

I placed a quick kiss on his lips and murmured, “Nope. My hands are on the right part.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Is there anything else?”

“Your feet. But I can’t reach for it, not when you’re hugging me so tight.”

“And?”

“That’s it,” I said with a smirk on my face.

He sighed. “Fine. I guess it’s my turn then.”

“Oooh, compliments first thing in the morning.”

“First, I really like this,” he said as he traced a finger on the space between my lips. “I like the sound of your laughter, the sassy words that come out of it, the moans when… you know when,” he chuckled. “And I really, really like when it’s against my own.” He leaned forward and captured my lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

“I like where this is going.”

He brought his lips up and kissed each of my lids. “I like your eyes, too, because they are the perfect shade of brown and they are framed with the longest of lashes and perfectly sculpted brows.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You bet they are.”

“But not just that. I love how they continue to see the best in me, even when I’ve failed you so many times. I love that when you look at me, I can still see love more than anything else. I know you must still have your doubts but I’m really grateful for the trust, Mitch.”

I blinked away the tears that threatened to fall.

Scott reached for my hand and interlaced our fingers. “I also really like your hands. How you use them when you speak and want to prove a point, how they fast they type and create the most beautiful of articles and stories…” He squeezed my hand gently. “And how they perfectly fit mine.”