"Mmhm. Me too," he murmurs, his lips smudging against her skin, especially
when she tilts her head against the pillow to give him more room. His hand
stays at her waist, squeezing gently. "Good morning. Happy birthday." He's
got her gift tucked away in his bag, but there'll be plenty of time for
that. Right now, he doesn't want any more space between them.
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Date: 2023-04-25 07:38 pm (UTC)"Mmhm. Me too," he murmurs, his lips smudging against her skin, especially when she tilts her head against the pillow to give him more room. His hand stays at her waist, squeezing gently. "Good morning. Happy birthday." He's got her gift tucked away in his bag, but there'll be plenty of time for that. Right now, he doesn't want any more space between them.