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60.Morning after

The sun appeared just as the moon was low on the horizon, filling the room in golden hues.

You snuggled your closest source of warmth, hiding your face from the light passing through the drapes that weren't closed last night.

Shubman, half-asleep, pulled you closer and rested his cheek on top of your head.

The red rim of the sun turned to orange as it pushed itself past the clouds, and you woke up wrapped in his arms.

You tried to throw a leg over his under the duvet, but decided against it when you realized your muscles felt sore.

Placing a kiss on his chest, you looked up to see if he was awake before moving just a little to stare at his closed eyelids.

You booped his nose and smiled, controlling the urge to squish his cheeks as his dimples made an appearance.

He's still just a big baby.

The world blended into a manifestation of your dreams, breaking the shackles of reality as you pretzeled in each other's embrace.

"Good morning, love," Shubman mumbled, fingers running through your hair as his eyes opened.

"Morning," you hummed a low greeting as his hand moved to caress your cheek.

"Are you feeling fine?" He asked and you shrugged before nodding.

You placed a hand on top of his, asking back, "You?"

"I am," he answered, kissing your forehead.

Shubman's eyes trailed down to the bites, starting from your neck and over to the outline of your chest, just where the duvet rested. Like little vampire footprints.

He felt your skin heating at his touch and leaned in for a kiss, as heartfelt as the anticipation was last night.

After he pulled away, you could see the love in his eyes, and something darker, the hearth fire and ink.

The look on his face was as unhindered as you'd ever seen. Unmitigated, and not a small bit desperate that was in a bad way.

You placed a hand upon his cheek, your thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth.

Shubman ran his fingers through your hair again, and the feel made you shiver.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, kissing the skin over it as he looked into your eyes.

It was so quiet. You could hear every breath he took, and felt it vibrating through him.

"Shall we take a bath?" You were the first person to break the silence.

"Bubbles?" He asked hopefully and you nodded.

You mentally cooed, not believing this 6' 1" baby would ever hurt someone.

Shubman sat up with you, an arm still around your figure as he reached for the clothes on the floor.

"Shubi, there's a tradition," you said while holding the duvet for both of you.

"There is?" He turned his head to look at you, having somehow gotten everything from the floor without leaving the bed.

"Yeah, wearing your shirt," you answered, getting the black shirt from his hold.

That was his plan anyway.

"Then I must wear your shirt as well," Shubman replied and you shrugged.

"If it fits you, of course, you can," you slipped into his shirt, buttoning it and leaving only the collar undone.

Your eyes followed him as he got out of bed and wore his boxers, placing the rest of your clothes aside.

Black, what a color, right?

That's exactly your thought as your eyes still followed (Read: Stared) his movements and the only piece of clothing on him.

Before you knew it, Shubman had placed another kiss on your temple and lifted you up in his arms.

On your journey to the bathroom, you laid your head on his chest, after slightly nibbling it like you do.

And you continued your staring, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as the water ran.

Your eyes fell to his chest as he grabbed small glass bottles, ones with bubbles and scented oils you mentioned were your favorite.

"Purple suits you," you said with eyes still on his chest. You did what you could.

It was worth looking up to realize that you're the only person to make Shubman Gill blush.

"My shirt looks good on you," he came closer to add the bubbles in the running water.

"So do you," you looked into his eyes as you said that, a hand in the water that was starting to fill with bubbles.

You just knew you both were going to stay in the tub till your fingers turned pruney.

"What's with all the flirting?" He asked with the same smile once he set the bottles on the marble countertop.

"What's with all the blushing?" You asked back and he bent a little down, hands on either side of you on the edge of the bathtub.

His eyes reached the depths of your soul, making you feel as if you were the most loved person on the planet, and scaring you at the same time.

Scared that you might wake up and it'll all be just a dream.

"I love you," Shubman said and all of that fear vanished.

You pulled him closer by the side of his neck, whispering against his lips. "I love you too."