Naomi POV:
I wake up to light streaming through the curtains and feather soft kisses trailing down my neck. I slowly open my eyes, but I don't need to look to know that it's Declan. He had an arm wrapped around my waist from behind and I could feel him smile into the crook of my neck.
"Good morning, baby." I say nothing as I relish in the feeling of being held in his arms. I just want to stay like this all day.
"I don't want to get up," I mumble tiredly. He lets out a deep chuckle that vibrates through his naked chest. I may have stolen his shirt last night. What? It's not my fault it's the most comfortable thing in the world. Besides, it smells like him and it feels like him and it reminds me of him and it makes me feel like he's with me when I wear it.
"I love seeing you in my shirts," he mumbles into my ear. "But it's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to rip it right off of you right now and stay in this bed for the next four hours." I would have slapped his shoulder and shrieked his name like I usually do when he makes comments like that, but I'm too comfortable in his gentle yet firm grip to move right now. I brush off his comment, but still can't stop my cheeks from going red and my heart skipping a beat. I swear, this boy is going to give me cardiac arrest someday.
"We can stay in bed for four hours, but you might get a bit bored when I don't talk to you. Or move. Or do anything because I'll be doing nothing but sleeping," I say.
"Just holding you is enough for me," he says. "I love waking up with you in my arms. It's a good start to the day. It makes waking up a lot easier when I know that I can be with something even better than sleep when I'm awake," he said.
"Stop being so hot so early in the morning,"I whine, not thinking about what I'm saying. I deep laugh reverberates through his chest, and my cheeks turn even warmer.
"I could say the same thing to you," he says. I roll my eyes at his comment because I know that while he looks like the freaking Jesus of the model industry whenever he wakes up(and every other part of the day, too) I look like that possessed girl from The Ring. "And it's noon, by the way," he says, amusement clearly evident in his voice. I let out a groan.
"Any time of the day is too early for me," I say. Once more, he laughs, and it's the greatest sound I've ever heard. It's amazing to think of how much better my life has gotten since high school. I'd went from coming home with bruises littered across my face and tears staining my cheeks every day to waking up next to someone who thinks so highly of me that he even puts me before sleep. What a guy. He repositions me in his arms so that I am laying on top of him and presses a soft kiss to the side of my head.
"How did I end up with you," he wondered aloud.
"Satan decided that going to hell was much too lenient of payback for your gift of always being hotter than Zac Efron, so he decided that instead of getting to use your looks to get a decent girlfriend, you'd be stuck with his child. That's me, by the way. I'm the child. I am Satan Junior," I explained. He laughed, once again, and placed another soft kiss to my head.
"Well, tell Satan that I'm a huge fan of his work." I hum into his chest.
"Me, too. I especially love it when he does that thing where he makes you not hear something so you have to ask the person to repeat it over and over again until you're too embarrassed to ask again so you just nod your head at them," I joke. He hums against my hair, curling a strand of it around his finger.
"I was talking about you. The only thing I don't like about him is when he made that demon monster thing," he commented. I lazily slapped his chest.
"That's no way to talk about your girlfriend," I said.
"No, no, I mean the other one. The bad one. You're the one that I like," he said.
"I love how you don't even deny that I'm a demon. And do you mean Hannah?" I asked.
"No, I'm talking about Rayshit," he replied. "And you are a demon. But you're my demon and you're adorable and smart and funny and kind and I love everything about you and I'm happy that Satan decided I was worthy of being your boyfriend. Most dads would just chase guys away with a shotgun. But I guess I get the honor of doing that now,"
"Language," I scolded, but I don't think he could understand it between my talking now being slurred from sleep and my saying it into his chest with my head halfway buried by the covers of the bed. "What are you on about anyways?" I ask, lifting my head up so he can understand me.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just thinking out loud," he said innocently.
"About?" I prodded.
"About how I'll tear the eyes off of any guy who even looks at my girlfriend wrong," he said.
"That's a bit violent, don't you think?" I tease.
"I don't care. I'm super selfish when it comes to you, Naomi. I love you more than anything, even more than pizza, and if it means that you'll still be by my side when we're old and grey, then what are a few attempted murder charges here and there?"
"I thought you said you'd tear their eyes out, not murder them," I said.
"I'll probably also tear their dick off, but by then they'd probably just want to die anyways. So, since I am a merciful and compassionate man, I will be kind enough to just put them out of their misery," he says.
"You are feeling particularly violent today," I mumble into his chest.
"What can I say? I'm crazy for you."
It's short, but I liked the idea and really wanted to write it. I think it's the small moments like these, such as waking up together, making dinner together, or even just watching tv, that really make a relationship what it is. It's the kinds of things that show that that person is now a part of every aspect of your life, and when they make even the smallest things(like waking up) just a little bit better just with their presence. I think it's adorable :) Tell me what you guys think and if you have any requests, please feel free to send them in!
