I love mornings.
It's just like having a reset button.
But the only thing that's different is that your memory from the past day is still there, resting inside your head, patiently waiting for it's trigger.
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"How many girls have you been with?"
I whisper to him with my head placed gently on his chest.
His smell.
His smell was like the bouquet of daisies my dad never gave to my mom.
His smell was like the breath of fresh air after being under water for so long.
Being with him right now was like the first drop of rain after months of heat and drought.
And everything felt right.
"Why do you ask?"
A smirk formed on his face.
"I just wanted to know. Aren't you curious about my past?"
The sun is starting to peek between the shutters. The light hits his face as the the tiny little specks of dust dance all around the room.
Around us.
Around me and him.
Him and me.
Us.
He smiles.
His smile was sunshine but at the same time, it was danger.
Danger as the fear of right now without him creeps into my mind.
"I'm not." he says.
"Why?"
And in that moment, for the first time ever, I wasn't prepared for what he was about to say.
And all of a sudden, my heart leaped.
"Because all that matters is that now I have you."
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