AVA CLAYTON
I woke up with my head on his shoulder, and his face snuggled into my hair. A smile stretched across my lips as I stared up at him. He was so handsome. How did I get so lucky?
"Good morning," I whispered, running my hand through his hair. Lately, it had been my favorite thing to do. His hair had grown longer than when I first met him, and looked great on him.
He did not reply, softly snoring.
I grinned, before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. His hold on me tightened, and he pulled me closer, kissing me back. I laughed, pulling away. "Wake up, Ace."
"I don't want to," he muttered, burying his face into my neck. He took a deep breath, drifting back to sleep.
I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. I missed kissing him first thing in the morning.
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