Muse- Johnnie Guilbert X y/n

Studio

I awoke in the soft morning light, finding myself in the warmth of Johnnie's embrace. There was a comforting sense of security in the way he held me, a feeling of tranquility that gently accompanied the rising sun. As I opened my eyes to the new day, a subtle smile played on my lips, acknowledging the simple joy of waking up next to someone who had become more than just a friend. The ordinary became extraordinary in those quiet moments, and a sense of contentment settled in as we began a new day, tangled in the gentle intimacy of shared slumber.

In the soft glow of the morning light, the air seemed to hum with a quiet, shared energy. Johnnie's morning voice, a soothing melody, broke the silence as he uttered those simple yet profound words, "Good morning, beautiful." A subtle shiver traced the contours of my spine, the resonance of his voice creating an unexpected intimacy.

The room felt cocooned in the gentle hues of dawn, and our words carried a weight of comfort and connection. As we spoke, the morning seemed to linger a little longer, allowing us to savor the quiet beauty of the moment. The warmth between us grew, not just from the sun's rays but from the genuine exchange that unfolded in the tranquility of the morning.

Curiosity painted Johnnie's features as he inquired about my plans for the day. "What's on the agenda for you today?" he asked, his eyes showing a genuine interest in the unfolding events.

A smile played on my lips as I shared my schedule with him. "Heading to the studio," I replied, the words carrying a sense of purpose. "Got some music-making to do. You up for joining me?" The invitation lingered in the air, and I awaited his response, eager to see if our day would take an unexpected turn towards shared creativity.

"Absolutely," Johnnie replied with genuine enthusiasm, his eyes brightening with excitement. "I'd love to come along. It'll be awesome to see you in action at the studio." His eagerness was palpable. 

After a cozy moment of cuddling, Johnnie gently mentioned, "How about I make you a cup of coffee?"

I smiled, appreciating the offer. "Oh, you really don't have to go out of your way for that, Johnnie. I can grab one later."

He chuckled softly, "Nonsense. Consider it a VIP service for the beautiful guest. Any preferences?"

"Surprise me," I replied, feeling a warmth in my chest at his considerate gesture.

As he got up, propping himself up with his elbow, Johnnie kissed my forehead, "Coming right up. Don't go anywhere."

As Johnnie got out of bed to make me a cup of coffee, I couldn't help but reflect on the gratitude filling my thoughts. The simplicity of the moment resonated deeply, and the warmth of his gesture echoed the burgeoning connection between us. It wasn't about grand gestures or elaborate displays; it was the quiet acknowledgment of shared mornings and simple pleasures that made the growing bond feel all the more genuine.

With a graceful return, Johnnie set the steaming cup of mocha on the bedside table, his eyes lingering on me as I took a careful sip. The rich, comforting flavor spread warmth through me, and I couldn't help but glance at him with a curious smile.

"Mocha, huh? How did you know?" I inquired, genuinely surprised.

He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I have my ways of figuring out people's favorites. Call it a hidden talent."

I laughed, enjoying the banter. "You're impressively perceptive, then. Thanks for the delightful surprise."

Johnnie shrugged nonchalantly, a subtle charm in his voice. "Just doing my best to keep this beautiful girl happy."

My cheeks flushed with an unexpected warmth at Johnnie's compliment. "You really know how to catch a girl off guard," I admitted, playfully rolling my eyes.