Imagine:
You smile down at your boyfriend Michael sleeping. His legs were tangled in his sheets, his blanket tossed to the floor. His hair was a mess and he snored a bit, his mouth hanging open. You giggle behind your hand but not to loud. You pull out your phone and snap a picture forgetting to shut the sound off. The shutter noise is loud and Michael wakes up. He sees you with your phone out and his eyes widen '(y/n)' Michael warns sitting up and you back away a bit butting your lip trying not to giggle 'you. Are. So. Dead!' Michael exclaims jumping out of bed. You squeal and run out of the room and down the stairs. Michael (in only a shirt and boxers) chases you through the house. Finally in the kitchen he catches your waist and pulls you back against him wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your neck 'Let me see' he says. You show him the picture and he smiles shaking his head. He spins you around and lifts you up onto the counter. You smile at him and poke his nose with yours. He kisses you again and stands back a little 'nice outfit' he smirks. You spent the night so you were in his shirt and shorts. 'Thanks' you giggle standing up and twirling around 'it looks good on me' you beam at him. He nods and kisses your cheek 'how about some breakfast babe?' He asks. You nod your head. He smiles and turns away and cooks you breakfast. You watched his face and thought of how lucky you were that he was yours. 'Quit staring (y/n)' Michael says. You giggle and turn away but sneak glances every now and again.
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It's kinda long cuz I didn't know how to end it lol.
