Lost in July

XXVIII

Collin
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Waking up today was weird.

I was about to do my usual groan-obnoxiously-loud-and-stretch thing, but then I felt the body I was holding tightly against my chest.

The smell of roses and a hint of vanilla overwhelmed me as I rested my head in the crook of her neck.

Margo.

What I would give to experience this every morning.

Throughout the night we somehow ended up fully spooning. I was the 'big spoon' wrapping my arms around her and cuddling the front of my body right against the back of her body. It didn't help that her ass was pressed gently against my dick and I definitely had morning wood.

I wasn't trying to scare her or creep her out, so I quickly unravel myself from her and go to the bathroom.

I glance at the clock and see that it's only six in the morning. I woke up before our alarms. I have to walk Margo home soon. We've got to get ready for school and pretend we didn't just spend the night together.

I readjust myself and splash some cold water on my face. I brush my teeth and take a piss before heading back into my room.

Margo is still resting on my bed. Her thick curly waves are sprawled across the bed as she lays in the fetal position, my favorite fuzzy blue blanket covering her. She slept soundly the entire night, and part of me feels really proud about that. Proud of her and myself for giving her a safe space to fully rest.

I gently got back into bed, snaking my arm around her belly and slowly pulling her to me. I rest my chin on her shoulder and listen to her slow and steady breaths.

I think this is what true peace is.

"Mmm," Margo grumbles in her sleep. Her brows are scrunched up and she frowns. "m- hair,"

I lift my head up and look at her. "Hmm?"

"Hair. You're on my hair," she says sleepily.

"Fuck, sorry." I immediately sit up and slowly collect her curls and push them away from my pillow. She has so much hair. I love every strand of it.

She mumbles incoherently, never opening her eyes as she flips herself over, pushing her arms out to me. Her hands then motion for me to come to her and it's the cutest thing I've ever fucking seen.

I smile and grab her, hugging her to me. We lay there, hugging one another tight for a few minutes before Margo finally decides to wake up.

She backs up enough for her to take in my face, looking at me deeply. "Morning,"

I smile again. "Good morning," I press a kiss to her forehead and she frowns.

I look at her and tilt my head. "What?"

She doesn't say anything for a minute. I'm about to repeat myself when those green eyes find mine and she presses her index finger to her lips.

She wants a kiss on the lips. Shit, she doesn't have to ask me twice.

I place my hand on the curve of her waist, pulling her to me. I peck her forehead again, then her eyelids and her cheeks. I kiss the scar above her eyebrow and I can tell she's getting flustered.