BEAUTIFUL MORNING

I rub my eyes with the back of my palms, wiping off the eyelids with my fingers. I peel them open, blinking a couple of times to adjust my eyesight to the brightness of the early morning. It's brightly beautiful. The empty glasses of Champaign still lay where we left them, my bouquet of roses smiling at me, and I smiled back at them. I am tightly wrapped in Deep's strong and loving arms, my back on his gorgeous front. His hold on me is so tight, like he wants us to be like this forever. Like he will never let go. I shift a little in an attempt to turn and face him, but his arms tighten further, pulling me closer and pressing us together. I would love to see his handsome face right now, but I guess I will have to wait. Peacefully, I continue my rest in his safe arms—the safest place to be. In his arms, I know I am safely protected. Safely save and secure.

I look at the blooming flowers again. They are brightening and beautifying the room more, giving it a magical feeling. He is actually the only person who has given me roses. I smiled at that sweet gesture, feeling like a really special person. If only my mornings could be like this, with this god of beauty beside me in bed and a rose flower smiling at me, I would be the happiest person in the world. This feels so fulfilling. I want to savour more of this moment. So I shut my eyes and let myself swim in the warmth of his body.

"Do you know what they say about girls smiling in their sleep?" Shit! Am I still smiling? And didn't he sound asleep?

"What?" I ask, pretending to still be dizzy.

"It's either they are dreaming about their crush, or they are fantasizing about sex with someone who warms their heart."

Holly Molly! What a crazy mind this guy has! Where the hell does he get all this nonsense from? But true nonsense anyway, because it's him that was in mind. He has been since I met him, and he will continue to be. He is both my crush and the only person who warms my heart. The only person who drives me insane and still brings me back to my sanity in a blink. What will I do with you, Deep?

I turn to lay on my back, and he kneels his elbow, supporting his head with his palm under the chin. I wonder how he manages to keep such a straight face in the morning. He looks too hot for someone who has not even freshened up.

"This morning, Mr. Moore, is sex the only thing you can think about?" I ask, looking into his cutely dark eyes. I feel his hand caressing the bare skin on my belly under the duvet, making the temperature rise to the highest levels in this room.

"Why won't I if I have a very tempting hot goddess beside me in bed, huh?" A what? The slow beats of the jazz buzzing on this bed might be the reason for this mood. It's adding more romance vibes to a naked couple under the duvet. Wait, couple? Don't forget the bouquet behind me and the candles that are almost dimming.

"Thank you for the flattery, but your charm won't work on me." I say.

"Are you daring me?" he asks.

"No. Just stating." I know I can't win against him. That is clear by now.

"How was your night?" He implores.

"Tiresome, but beautiful." He smirks. I feel so tired, for real.

"Too bad! I was looking forward to a quick but mind-blowing morning glory." He says. I give him a look that says, ‘Are you a jerk’? "Just kidding. Let's take a shower, then we will have breakfast before we leave. Unless you want us to extend our stay," he adds.

Forget about extending our stay. A shower? To..to..gether? I know this man. I want to believe I know how his smart, cunning brain works. I know how dangerous he can be when it comes to seduction. Doesn't this sound like a trap?

"Are you okay?" He asks, and I slightly nod my head.

Maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

He kicks the duvet off us, scooping me in his arms like I weigh nothing, and walks us to the bathroom. He puts me down gently, and he opens the shower tab, waiting for the water to heat while tucking my hair in the shower cape before pulling me with him under the shower. This sight of us under the shower reminds me of that night. That night, all the walls of my body broke loose. That night, I wanted nothing else but to taste the beautiful sin that was on display. That night, when everything stood still to make way for the sin to happen,. That night, when nothing mattered,. Nothing but us. The two of us. Our souls found each other and got lost in a world of their own. This is how it started that night. Under the shower like this.

"You are tense." He states, pressing my shoulders with his hands to relax me while the warm water is bathing us. I take his hands gently and hold them in mine. He is behind me, so he has to crane his neck to the side to have a look at my face. "What are you thinking about?" He asks, turning me around to face him.

"Nothing." I lie.

"Are you afraid of something happening under the shower again?" I keep quiet and look into his eyes. The sight of water dripping down his cute face is so tempting, but I control myself. "Listen. I am not obsessed with sex, okay? When you say you are tired, I respect that. When you say you don't want it, I respect that. So, can you stop?" I seal his lips with a kiss to shut him up. I should cut him some slack.

"I am okay, alright? Just being like this is messing up my not-so-innocent brain. You've made me so naughty, you know?" I turn around, facing my back on him again, taking his arms around my belly. I lay my head on his chest, and he rests his chin on my forehead from behind, shielding my face from the water. He snuggles closer to me.

"I have made you naughty. When were you ever innocent, huh?" He whispers.

"I was, until I met you." I say.

"Do you regret meeting me?" He asks.

"Never." Straight answer.

"So, you like being naughty, huh?" I brush my teeth and close my eyes. I know he is ogling me. I can feel his eyes massage my face, but I ignore it. I also know I am smiling, and he is smiling too. We are just two smiling idiots right now.