~Happy birthday Tom Keifer~
The faint glow of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the room. I lay there, blinking sleepily, not quite ready to leave the warmth of the bed. And then I felt it—the familiar weight of Eric's arm draped lazily over my waist, his face nuzzled into my shoulder.
God, he looked so peaceful when he slept. His usually wild hair was a mess, splayed out across the pillow like golden threads. I couldn't help but smile. In moments like this, it was hard to believe just how lucky I was.
He stirred slightly, his nose brushing against my skin as he mumbled something unintelligible. My chest tightened in that familiar way it always did when I looked at him too long—like my heart couldn't quite handle how much it held for him.
"You're staring," Eric mumbled groggily, his lips curling into a sleepy grin. His eyes stayed closed, but I could tell he was fully awake now, basking in the comfort of the morning.
"Can't help it," I said softly, my hand trailing along the curve of his shoulder. "You're kind of my favorite thing to look at."
Eric chuckled, his laugh warm and low. "You're such a sap, Keifer. I'm starting to think you're writing all those love songs about me."
I smirked, leaning down to kiss his temple. "Maybe I am."
The truth was, he wasn't wrong. Every note I played, every lyric I wrote, had some piece of him woven into it. Eric had this way of grounding me, of reminding me what really mattered when the world got too loud.
He finally opened his eyes, their blue depths still hazy with sleep. "Happy birthday, by the way," he said, his voice soft.
"Thanks," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "But you know, waking up next to you kind of feels like a gift already."
Eric groaned playfully, burying his face in the pillow. "You've got to stop with this stuff, man. You're gonna ruin your bad-boy rocker reputation."
I laughed, the sound filling the room. "Too late for that. You've already turned me into a hopeless romantic."
He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze, his expression softening. "Well, if it helps, I kinda like you that way."
"Yeah?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," he said, leaning in to press his lips to mine. The kiss was slow, unhurried, like we had all the time in the world.
And maybe we did.
~Birthday Softie~
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