Lazy mornings

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You wake up happy from the previous night,next to Alex. The sunlight is beaming through the blinds of the windows and you shade your eyes from the harsh sunlight. You turn to Alex, the sun highlighting his slightly toned bare chest and half of his face. You edge closer to him, throwing your arms around his neck while his sleepy body breaths deeply and slowly. One eye opens slightly, squinting because of the sun. He smiles instantly at your face collapsed next to his. He automatically wraps his arms (or his one arm) around you.

"Hello" he says, his morning voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Hi," you say, your morning voice was much less attractive than Alex's. He closes his eyes and slowly, as if in slow motion, and moves his head over the pillow so he reaches your lips. He kisses them happily, smiling sleepily onto your mouth.

"You're amazing" he says onto your mouth lazily. You smile and pull your lips off of his. He squints up in attempt to look into your eyes but then gives up and just closes them sleepily. He soon falls back to sleep, his head dropping so it fell onto your chest. You stroke his fluffy hair. He starts waking up again, and you start to feel him kissing your chest, then moving up your neck to finally reach what he'd been searching for; your lips. He kisses them lazily but passionately, but less lazily then before. Then he kisses your face, in search for your temple. He kisses that with his soft yet chapped lips and then collapses next to you again, opening his eyes properly. He mumbles something happily then wraps his arm around you again, drawing miniature circles on your bare back.

"I love you," he says, breaking the silence. "A lot" he adds, giving up on the circles and tickling you gently instead. You put your hand on his cheek, and kiss him. He stops tickling your back, and instead uses his hand to push you impossibly closer to him. He pushes a fly away hair from your face then starts drawing circles on your back again, as you rest your head on his chest. These were your favourite kind of mornings.

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