Baby

two

 I woke up in his bedroom. The sun was shining through curtainless-windows and I was content. His mattress was soft despite being on the floor, and when I rolled over he was next to me. This was bliss. Being here, with him, was bliss of the most heavenly order.

I only knew him for a month but I knew I was madly in love with him. I knew that he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It was no revelation to me, it was a sort of common sense.

"Baby." He said, his voice altered by sleep, made into sandpaper.

I smiled, brushing hair out of his eyes. "Morning my love."

He smiled a lazy smile, draping an arm over my waist. He pulled me closer under the covers. We were naked under the sheets, we normally were. He liked it like that.

Snuggling up next to me, he traced patterns on my thighs with his fingertips. "You're so perfect. You're so mine."

I smiled at him. He smiled back.

I admired the way his soft lips pulled up at the corners, his skin crinkling up with joy.

"I love you." I whispered, my lips brushing against his smile.

He didn't respond in words, only pressed his lips harder against mine.

Soon we were back to where we left off last night. With his lips on my neck, and his hands on my waist. He loved me like this. He always made sure to tell me that I was at my most stunning under him. I always smiled when he said that, I always felt warm when he spoke like that.

I wanted to make him happy; as happy as he made me. This pseudo-obsession of mine, was one I found innocently unproblematic.