Last night was nothing less than blissful. I slept good as hell too. Little light shined through his slightly opened black opaque curtains. Zeke's low snores filled the silent room as my fingers played in his soft curly hair.
Around 1 or 2 I got up to get me something to drink, and he was up playing the game. I dragged him to bed with me, and despite his childish behavior- trying to fight sleep, and opposing my constant "you're sleepy"'s or "go to sleep"'s- once his head hit the soft pillows, and my hands massaged his scalp he was out.
My small body slid from under him, and I slowly traveled to the bathroom, careful of not bumping into anything. Pulling open the third drawer, I grabbed a new toothbrush, tore it open, and began brushing my teeth.
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"Zeke." This man moved nan inch. His body stayed in the same position he was in when I got out the bed. Crawling back beside him, I began massaging his head, and aimlessly scrolling on my phone.
Scrolling down my timeline on Instagram, one particular picture caught my eye.
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My mind instantly started racing before settling on any one though. What the fuck is this? Who the fuck is this? And why the fuck is she posting this? Sitting back, I counted to ten in my head, and practiced some breathing exercises to calm down. This shit always seems to happen to me.
"Zeke." My hands tapped repeatedly on his shoulder, and back.
"What, man?" He opened his beautiful eyes, and stared into mine. That right there had me stuck, but not stuck enough to forget about this picture.
