How to be loved

59 - San Diego

How to be loved

59 – San Diego

Freen's POV

It's four in the morning, and I'm already dressed and ready for today's shoot. I pause by the bed, watching my girlfriend as she sleeps, her lips curled in a contented smile. She has every reason to look so blissful—my body is still thrumming from everything we did together yesterday.

Yesterday was pure, unfiltered bliss. We started in the shower, where our passion spilled over into the steam-filled room, and then moved to her bed, where we took our time, savoring every touch, every kiss. We only stopped when hunger got the better of us—our stomachs growling close to two in the afternoon.

We ordered lunch in, opting for a cozy meal on the couch and finally dove into our planned movie marathon. But during one particularly steamy scene, I caught her subtly shifting beside me, trying to disguise the way her membrane reacted to me rubbing all over her. It was impossible not to notice, and when I teased her about it, she blushed, laughing, and one thing led to another, drawing us back to love making once more.

Dinner was in my favorite restaurant, where she'd made reservations, and later that night, I decided she deserved a reward of her own for her last minute effort to make the day more special—and the reward lasted until midnight. To say yesterday was unforgettable would be an understatement—it was a day of dizzying passion, each memory leaving me tingling even now.

I smile, replaying it all in my mind, feeling the pull to climb back into bed and hold her once more. But I've got work calling. Now I just have to decide whether to wake her with a kiss before I go, or leave a note to remind her I'll be thinking of her all day.

I decided to wake her.

Leaning down, I brush a soft kiss over her temple, inhaling that warm, familiar scent that feels like home. She stirs, a faint, sleepy smile gracing her lips even before her eyes flutter open. I can't help but grin, wondering if she's dreaming of us.

"Morning, my BB," I whisper, letting my fingers trace a gentle line along her cheek. Her lashes part slowly, and she stretches, reaching for me in that drowsy way that makes it harder to pull myself away.

"Mmm... you're leaving already?" she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep as she wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me closer. It's as if she knows the pull between work and the magnetic warmth of her bed is a battle I'm already losing.

I chuckle softly, smoothing back her hair. "Yeah. Sorry to wake you, but I didn't want you to open your eyes, not see me here, and let your mind wander. Especially when we just made up."

She gives a sleepy, knowing smile, her fingers lazily trailing along my jaw. "Thank you... I'm glad you did." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it fills every quiet corner of the room.

Propping herself up on one elbow, the bedsheet drapes over her bare shoulders, teasingly leaving just enough to the imagination. Her lips form a subtle pout, and I know exactly what she's asking for.

I lean in, intending to give her a quick kiss, but she pulls me in deeper, her lips warm and inviting. Our kiss grows, intensifying as our tongues meet, familiar yet electrifying. Her hand slides down, finding my waist, and I feel her fingers roam lower, gripping me with that playful insistence I love.

Gently, I catch her hand, reluctantly pulling back, letting our foreheads touch as I try to steady my breath. "Baby, I want this, more than you know," I murmur, my voice heavy with regret. "But I really can't stay."

She sighs, her gaze lingering on me, full of that playful challenge I'll be thinking about all day. And in that moment, I hate that I have to leave for work, wishing I could give in and stay with her, just a little longer.