

What mornings feel like when I actually like the person next to me
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You wake up and feel warmth — not just from the blanket, but from a hand on your waist. No “good morning,” no rush. Just moving a little closer and feeling him pull you in tighter. You don’t have to say anything. You just know — you can stay soft, messy, quiet… and he still wants you exactly like that. Honestly, mornings like that? I’d replay them over and over. Would you? ☁️