A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 65 - Perfect

I woke up to soft kisses and touches up and down my body, fluttering from the nape of my neck to the crest of my chest, down the curves of my stomach, and around the swell of my hips. Even with my eyes closed; I instantly knew this was George.

"I don't want to get up George," I mumbled, letting my face fall into the side of the pillow while he continued worshipping every inch of my skin. Even though he had done so last night, profusely, he would never stop himself from indulging.

"I know love," He assured, caressing the curves of my body delicately, quietly pulling me from the depths of sleep in the most caring way. "Open those pretty eyes of yours darling," His low morning voice sent flutters to my abdomen, and although his demand seemed entirely impossible, I always did have trouble refusing George Weasley. I cracked my almond eyes open, almost immediately covering them with my hand since I was too tired to accustom to the morning light seeping in. "Almost there," George had a ritual for waking me up every morning, one that was best optimized to get me out of bed and have my brain functioning in a select time, and the step following the opening of my eyes was to slowly inch the blanket off of me.

"It's warm." I groaned from under the covers, feeling his fingers slowly pull at the piece of warmth shielding me from the outside world.

"I apologize, my love," He cooed in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses on my jaw in recompense. What made me smile is that he was truly sorry for committing such morning treason, but it was a school day, and right now he was working for the greater good.

I remember at the start of our relationship, he refused to ever wake me up because apparently, it tortured him to refuse my pleads, and he would rather skip school every single day than go against my wishes. This resulted in several late mornings, and me telling him that no matter what I said or did, he must resist the temptation of abiding by my every wish - this solely applied to mornings, however.

Eventually, the soft and ever so warm blanket had made its way down my torso and was currently inching off of my legs, sending a rush of the cold morning air down my spine. Almost instantly the warmth of the covers was replaced with his, and as he held himself above me, shielding me from our exteriors, he planted soft kisses on my face.

Without the glaring light shining in my direction, my hand slipped off of my face and fell onto the pillow, displaying the Greek God that was George before my eyes. "There you are," He smiled, caressing my face with such tenderness my heart swelled.

"You're very pretty," I mumbled, my morning vision clearing to distinguish the sharp slope of his jawline, the scattered freckles brushing his cheeks, and the almost golden strand of hair framing his gorgeous face. "How are you so pretty?" I questioned, wondering how in the hell he managed to be beautiful so early in the morning. He just woke up like that every single morning - it was the most unfair thing. I narrowed my eyes at him accusingly, crossing my arms as I analyzed his features.

A faint blush had appeared over his cheeks, which can I state were perched on prominent cheekbones. "Althea Victoria Jane, if I could only show you how absolutely beautiful you are." He then picked me up, took the sweater he was wearing off of himself and welcomed me inside of it, encompassing my body in his musk.

"You're going to be cold now," I spoke in the comfort of his shirt, looking over his chiselled chest in the morning glow of the sun.

He shook his head dismissively, picking me up and placing me in his lap so that my back faced his front. Wrapping his arms around me, he inhaled and sighed, "I love you," kissing my soft jawline.

Turning around on his lap so I could make eye contact with him, I smiled while blushing a little, "I, in fact, love you more George Weasley."

"You're wrong."