Insatiably You | l.s.

Chapter 26

Waking up to the feeling of pure serenity and bliss is not something I am yet accustomed to with Louis, especially after what I would coin as our disagreement last night. However, it's safe to say that I am pleasantly surprised by the feeling of warmth wrapped around me, his arm lazily draped across my waist, and the steady tickle of his breath against the back of my neck.

As a result, just for a moment, I allow myself to bask in the illusion that this is now my life; that he is mine alone and I am his for an eternity and more. I allow myself to sink deeper into that dangerous place I know I shouldn't dare venture to, especially since whenever I make the slightest movement, be it a shift or even a slight shuffle, his hold tightens around me as if, even in sleep, he refuses to let me slip away.

As if he is afraid someone would take me from him, as if he is protecting me like I am his to do so.

Slowly exhaling, staring at the sliver of morning light peeking through the curtains, I replay the memories of last night which linger between us like a ghost, silent but present, only unlike many of our previous encounters, this one doesn't leave me with a feeling of dread in my bones due to uncertainty but instead a newfound excitement of the prospects to come as immense happiness and contentment wash over my body in waves.

Lost in thought with almost overwhelming warmth spreading across my face from my chest, I do not even notice Louis rousing until his words break me out of my reverie.

"What has you in such a good mood this morning, huh? I can practically feel your smile against my chest," fondly questions Louis while gently brushing the curls from my eyes as I lift my face slightly to look at him while he bends down and brushes a soft kiss to my lips.

Pulling back, I take note of his eyes crinkling at the sides — an action I have observed only occurs when he is utterly and incandescently happy — I groan, "Lou, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet... I probably taste so disgusting right now," leading to him chuckling and pulling my body even closer to his as he presses a kiss once more to my body, but only this time on my forehead, seemingly complying with my previous wish.

"Never, darling, for me, you always only taste perfect... Just a little more masculine in the mornings, is all, but never bad. Always want more of you..." he then adds while positioning himself closer to my face once more, causing me to shriek in response, pulling away with a laugh bubbling from my chest as I land on my back with his body now hovering over mine.

"No, definitely not. No more of that. Shoo, you!" I light-heartedly protest, yet never once does the smile leave my face, even when he obnoxiously blows stale air into my face.

How gross! This has to be the most foul thing ever.

However, as though charged by whatever magnetic pull we have towards the other, his eyes meet mine once more with what I can only call inexplicable adoration dancing within them, mirroring my exact expression, causing me to lose all fight and begin to care not even in the slightest way about these trivialities anymore.

He is right; there isn't anything bad about this; there never will be.

I don't care that we haven't brushed our teeth anymore. I don't care about our fuzzy teeth or the barely-there sleep at the corner of his eyes. To me, in this moment he has never been more beautiful.

For me, he is always perfection.

Nevertheless, being as I am, I have to playfully protest against the action by swatting at his chest while uncontrollable giggles leave my body due to his fingers poking and prodding at my torso, unconsciously drawing my body even closer to his, which evidently reminds me about mine and his state of undress.