"What are you doing?"
He moans, half asleep as you turn over and nuzzle your way under his chin to his warm, comforting chest.
You respond, pulling your arms in and gripping on to the thin tang top he always wore to bed. A tired smile forms to his lips as he drapes his arm over you and slides his other arm under the pillow that your head rests on.
His eyes open slightly again to look at the digital clock that sits on your nightstand. Another groan escapes him while he pulls your body into a tight hold. He stretches out his legs, lifting his upper leg in the process. You quickly slip your leg between his wrapping your leg around his lower leg and pulling him closer. Keeping him in a trap that he had no interest in escaping.
Chuckling softly, he lowers his leg gently to drape over her lower extremity now.
“You seem very cuddly this morning. Is there something the matter?”
Nuzzling your head even deeper into his chest you moan tiredly.
“You talk too much.”
Sometimes you just gotta say it
"Fuck it, I’m in love with them."