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Light eyes under dark lashes is the picture I've been accustomed to viewing in the mornings. The sheets have felt a lot more skin lately, and have seen more than their fair share of crumbs. I've enjoyed getting up at 7 a.m. and looking in the mirror, running fingertips over stubble burn. The best part though, has been crawling back into bed at 7:05 and being wrapped up.
The kitchen hasn't been used this much ever. I caught myself wiping down the stove, and pushing through take-out containers to check the actual food supply, and making what appears to be a grocery list. Milk, eggs, cheese, and a Ghirardelli chocolate bar..? Oh, right, I remember what that's for now.
I've got this delightfully nervous feeling that this lust may start to run deep.
The kitchen hasn't been used this much ever. I caught myself wiping down the stove, and pushing through take-out containers to check the actual food supply, and making what appears to be a grocery list. Milk, eggs, cheese, and a Ghirardelli chocolate bar..? Oh, right, I remember what that's for now.
I've got this delightfully nervous feeling that this lust may start to run deep.