I WOKE UP to morning rays, warm cotton bedsheets, and his arms. enveloped in a both literal and theoretical safety blanket, i was subdued by the feelings of warmth, slivers of pleasure from our first night, and his hands holding mine.
"good morning dayeong."
he mumbled, voice slightly hoarse, rubbing his nose against the nape of my neck. lighting up a sea of nerves and once again throwing my heart into overdrive, i couldn't help but find his actions following the greeting, absolutely endearing.
holding my palms out in front of our muddled form, his slender fingers traced masterpieces along my palms. the heat from his palm seeped into mine, as he practically painted dreams on my nails.
"your hair smells like white jasmine and sunshine."
he peppered any and all bare skin with the utmost attention, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. luxuriant were his gentle kisses.
"i like it."
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jasmine / jasminum officinale
— famous for it's scent, this flower's known as poet's jasmine or jessamine.
meaning: sweet love
