

if you stayed the night, this is how the morning would go
I’d wake up first and sneak out of bed just to make coffee wearing nothing but your t-shirt. You’d hear me humming in the kitchen, and maybe the smell would pull you out of bed… or maybe you’d just stay and wait for me to come back. And I would — warm hands, sleepy eyes, crawling under the blanket again to find you. We’d stay there a little too long, not really talking, just feeling.
Be honest — what would you do if I kissed your neck first thing in the morning? ☕️