waking up to the bright sunshine in my face and no boyfriend around my waist. i drug myself out of the fluffy comforter, to the smell off burning downstairs. my extra large shirt hung past my knees, being that it was johnnys.
his muscular back attracted me immediately, they contracted, everytime he'd mix something on the counter, flip something on the stove, and look down to see what was in the over. i walked my lazy self behind him, snaking my arms around his torso and hip bones, small hand connecting together at his v line in the front of him. no shirt and joggers, just the way i like him and his favorite way to be.
the pancakes in front of him were being flipped abruptly with the spatula he had on his hand. "bro i was trying to surprise you go back to sleep." he darkly chuckled, turning around to face me. leaning us away from the phone.
"something's burning anyway so i think i need to stay up." i grinned at him. his hand fell to my but.
"complain all you want but baby i'm glad i'm back home early." his thumbs drew shapes on the small of my back.
"and why is that?" i knew, i truly knew why i just wanted to hear him and his goofiness. his hand moved to my thighs pulling me up he spun me around in circles, making my legs latch around him.
"because i missed my angel so damn much." i giggled into his neck as he placed me down. i gave him a swift kiss on the lips. he started to fix our breakfast plates, you could tell who's plate was who's. my stomach doesn't really have a high capacity so i had the smaller plate. and johnny's hungry self had the larger one. i sat in the living room, waiting patiently for him.
"baby, i forgot to tell you." he collapsed down next to me on the large white cushioned couch, giving me my plate and diving straight into his.
"what is it?" i leaned my head on his shoulder, snuggling into his warm bicep.
"all those days at the studio..." he paused talking with a mouthful of eggs, almost choking and trying to swallow. "i wrote a song for you."
"can i hear it." my soft voice entered the air against his bare arm. his arm adjusted itself to have me laying on one side of his chest, with his long arm hanging over my shoulder.
"you wanna hear it?" bits of pancake flew out of his mouth and landed on my face, think i lost my appetite. i placed my plate down on the table, only taking a few bites. i was thankful that he'd gotten up early just to cook for me. impressive.
"yeah i do. stop playing." i laughed. his jaw clenched looking at the tv in front of him. he fed me pieces of his pancake making sure that i was eating. he always looked out for me regardless, he watched as my mouth moved. once he was done eating he placed his plate next to mine on the glass table in front of us.
"i'll only do part because you can't hear the whole thing but i still wanted to tell you that i made it. okay alright baby?" breathe smelling rich of syrup, i engaged in the way his lips and warm body moved. his body warmth was all i needed at this point. i shook my head gently, i longed for hearing his voice at any time.
"looking at you,
my heart breaks.
because i know i can't give you the world,
and everything you deserve babe.
thinking of you,
i'm living again.
picking up the pieces trying to amend." he stopped clearing his throat. my chest fell to the floor, i needed to hear more.
"you're so sweet to me. jesus, i just don't deserve a saint like you." i squeezed him against me, not letting go.
btw that's not a real song i came up with that. i literally came up with that while typing. there will be more parts up today so be on the look out. luv uuu.🖤
