gay fluff #1

part one

I woke up to the sun leaking through the sheer curtains of our bedroom.

I slid my hand under the pillow, searching for my phone. It was 8:57. No messages. I stuck my phone back where it came from.

Rolling around, I saw her. She was still asleep. Her hair was everywhere. Her mouth half open, slightly wet. She looked so beautiful, so purely human. I could've cried. She was sleeping in nothing but a cute little pair of underwear, and so was I. Seeing her skin, the way her fingers twitched every few minutes, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing... I couldn't help but fall more in love with her.

We had one blanket sprawled across us. The air conditioning wasn't exactly in great shape, so it was pretty cold in our one-bedroom apartment. Instead of pulling the blanket closer to me, I adjusted myself so that our legs tangled and my hand rested on her bare back. She barely woke up. Opening her eyes just slightly, she looked at me with a sleepy smile. I pulled her closer.