short but sweet
i felt the all too familiar pain in my lower regions as i turned over to avoid the sun peering in through the curtains. my arms unravel from my boyfriend of around 5 years, nikki, in the process and find the pillow along with my legs. his arms are limp around my waist for a second until i guess i pulled too far away from him because his arms tightened and pulled me right back into his chest and away from my pillow.
he's awake now because he groans and buries his nose into the crook of my neck. "baaabyy," he draws out, pulling me impossibly closer.
"what do you want?" i laugh softly.
"you," he tells me lightly, soft tone contradicting his gravely and deep morning voice. "in a romantic way, not fucking right now," he adds quickly and i laugh again. "your laugh is my favorite sound," he whispers, kissing my neck softly.
"why are you being so sweet this morning?" i ask as his arms tighten again.
he sighs and i feel the frown his lips tilt down into. "i had a dream last night. i feel like i dont show or tell you enough how much i really love you."
"honey, you dont have t-"
"no no no, i do. i hardly ever tell you i love you," he interrupts me, pulling away and sitting up. his arms snake around my body and pull me into his lap. one of his arms is around my shoulders, the other laying across the tops of my thighs. one of my hands gently holds his side and the other is on top of his hand thats holding my hip.
"i do love you, more than you will ever understand," he tells me quietly after a second of him just staring at me.
i just nod. "i know. i love you more though."
he just laughs and pulls me up to hug him properly. "dont go there, you will never win." i laugh too, because i know he's right. mornings with nikki will forever be my favorite time with him.
