"Good morning, Angel." Was the first thing I heard this morning. Luke's scratchy voice that was still so soft and sleepy itself, but so full of love and joy to greet me.
I reached out to him as I stretched and gave a lopsided smile.
Luke let out a soft chuckle and rested his head on my chest, looking up at me as his legs tangled with mine and his body curled to my side. "Did got sleep good?" His eyes fluttering to stay open as I begin to scratch his scalp in soft, long scratches.
I nod again, too dazed to use my voice.
Staying curled up in bed like this lasts for hours, especially on weekends when we both have time to enjoy to ourselves, completely mellowed out. It's these moments that I cherish. After 45 minutes pass, I let out a soft hum to test my vocals, and Luke'e eyes flutter a bit before deciding to stay shut.
"Lovey," I called out softly. "M'sleepy still." My breathing was still giving a soft, relaxed rise and fall for Luke's head and my chest.
Luke chuckled and pressed a kiss to my ribs and held on tighter. "I'm comfy, Angel." He cooed. "But if you want we can trade spots." He suggested, his hand pulling my free hand to his lips. Sparks rushed through my veins and up my arm as he placed soft little kisses on the back of my hand. I nodded and gave another teeny whimper to his suggestion, causing a small giggle to sprout from his lips and into the still morning.
And just like our usual Sundays, it's now my turn to rest my head upon Luke's chest and eventually fall back into another lull to sleep.
Everything at ease for the two of us, as it's just another 6am in the hills of LA.
