| blue hour is the short period of time before sunrise or after sunset when the sun is just below the horizon. indirect sunlight is evenly diffused and takes on a blue shade |
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You wrinkled your nose at a slight tickle on the side of your nose, your entire body twitching as you were roused from your slumber. A warm rush of air brushed across the planes of your face, an airy chuckle just barely piercing the sleepy haze that muddled your hearing, but you refused to open your eyes. Groaning, you wrapped the blankets tighter around yourself and burrowed deeper into the warmth of your cocoon.
It was too early. Your mind was still foggy and lagging with lethargy, the roots of your dreams still buried deep within your mind. You could feel the gentle pull of them lulling you back to sleep, a quiet hum escaping your lips at the pleasant feeling, but before you could slip under entirely the tickle was back.
Fingers were tracing the lines of your face, caressing your skin in a barely-there touch that made your lashes flutter and your eyelids clench shut. It felt nice, but you were so tired and the sensation was stopping you from getting the rest you so desperately craved. You could hear his quiet chuckle at the way your face pinched in annoyance, but he didn't stop.
More so, you could feel it. You could feel the gentle vibrations of the sound rumbling within his chest, reverberating into you as you were wrapped up in him. Skin to skin, body to body, his chest was flush with your own and you could feel the lump beneath your pillow that was his crooked elbow.
Waking up in Kyle's embrace was something you normally loved, but something felt off. Perhaps it was just the level of exhaustion you'd managed to achieve, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't spoken yet, but something felt different. You rolled away from his hold, turning onto your back before his arm caught you and stopped you from escaping.
His lips replaced his fingertips. Soft, plush lips moved diligently over the slope of your cheek and down the side of your jaw. He worked lazy, open-mouthed kisses into the skin just under your jawline that made your breath hitch and your belly flip in anticipation. Following the heat of his lips, the chilled tip of his nose caressed your cheek.
You swallowed thickly, fingers twitching as you finally relented and brought a hand up to twine through the strands of his hair. Your other hand fisted the sheets as you felt his nose nudge your own, soft puffs of his breath ghosting across your lips as they just barely feathered over the peak of your cupid's bow. Tugging at his hair with a quiet whine, your lips parted just as he finally kissed you.
It was like an inferno sparked to life within you. A startled gasp escaped your lips, spilling between his as tingles descended your spine and ricocheted straight to the very tips of your toes. Inhaling shakily, you arched off the bed as he licked into your mouth and swept the hot muscle of his tongue across your own.
All too soon he pulled away, moving further out of reach with another husky laugh as you craned your neck to chase after him. Pouting, your lashes fluttered as you opened your eyes in frustration to meet his warm brown eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. Sam's tongue dragged over his lower lip slowly, sensually, and just the sight of it made your fingers curl tighter into his hair and your heart skip a beat.
