She opens her eyes, peacefully. She didn’t have any nightmares. It was a restful, restorative sleep.
She turns across her shoulder, he’s staring, smiling, smitten. She smiles back.
He knows she doesn’t like to kiss him before she’s brushed her teeth! He goes in on her neck. She moans slightly…
He never tires of this?! — she thinks to herself, whilst enjoying every moment…
Never… — he thinks to himself. His tongue dancing all over her body…
It’s a treat, a delight. A rare window of intimacy amongst the 365 mornings. For all the circumstances to align.
She’s learning to savour, honour and cherish these mornings with him.
