As you opened your eyes on that December morning, a soft glow seeped through the curtains, casting a warm ambiance in the room. Nestled in his arms, you found solace in the gentle rise and fall of his chest, a comforting rhythm that painted the dawn with an intimate serenity.
His hair, tousled from a night of peaceful slumber, framed his peaceful face. A small, endearing snore escaped his parted lips, and a hint of morning light accentuated the faint traces of drool at the corner-a testament to the vulnerability of sleep.
With a tender smile, you couldn't help but find him utterly adorable in his unguarded state. The room, wrapped in a December hush, cocooned you both in a moment suspended in time. The world outside might have been bustling with holiday preparations, but within the haven of his arms, all was calm and still.
As you lay there, content and wrapped in the warmth of shared dreams, the December morning unfolded, a canvas painted with the subtle beauty of love found in the simplest, unscripted moments.
Gently extricating yourself from his embrace, you tiptoed to the bathroom, leaving him undisturbed in the cozy embrace of slumber. The brisk December air greeted me as you washed away the remnants of sleep, feeling invigorated with each splash of water.
After brushing your teeth, you made your way to the kitchen, where the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the countertops. The scent of brewing coffee lingered in the air, promising a comforting start to the day.
In the quiet kitchen, you set about preparing breakfast, the rhythmic sounds of chopping and sizzling filling the space. The December morning seemed to come alive with the aroma of fresh ingredients, a symphony of warmth and nourishment.
As the coffee brewed, you couldn't help but steal glances toward the bedroom, where he still slept peacefully. The promise of a shared morning awaited-a simple breakfast that would bring us together, setting the tone for the day ahead.
A soft gasp escaped you as his arms encircled me from behind, and the warmth of his breath against your neck sent a delightful shiver through you body. Startled yet pleasantly surprised, I turned to find him, still in the tousled state of sleep, offering a gentle morning embrace.
"Buongiorno," he whispered, his voice a tender melody in the quiet kitchen. His arms held me close, and for a moment, the simple act of reaching for a bowl turned into an intimate dance of shared mornings and unspoken connection.
The aroma of breakfast lingered in the air as you stood there, wrapped in a cocoon of December warmth.
Between bites of breakfast, he looked at you with a curious smile, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Any plans for today?" he inquired, his voice carrying the warmth of a shared day ahead.
