One

[The air in your room tries to cling to its early morning crispness. Warm rays of sunlight peek through your half-closed curtains and gradually wash over your bodies. Poorly covering the two of you is your bedsheet, glowing from the light now flooding your room.]

The radiating warmth on your exposed skin wakes you. As you try to clear your groggy mind from it's sleep-induced haze, you smile. Immediately next to you is a wonderfully bed-headed man in what seems to be a deep slumber. His skin is deliciously sun-kissed, his lips are slightly parted, and the upper half of his back is exposed as he tends to sleep on his stomach these days.

Every fiber of your being wants to touch him. You don't want to wake him, really. But like always, you just can't fight the urge and trail your fingertips across his back lazily. Soft and light as your touches may be, he stirs in his sleep, moaning as he does.

He turns sleepily onto his side exposing parts of his chest and stomach to you, and most importantly, those lips you love so much. He peeks at you briefly with one eye and drapes his arm over your waist, gently pulling you closer. His flesh is even warmer against your body than the rays of sunlight. The way he fits against your body, ...it's even better than a glove.

No matter how brightly the sun shines, it still pales in comparison to the brilliance of his smile. One such smile spreads across his face as he leans up on his elbow to look down at you.

His gaze travels from your disheveled hair to your beautifully natural, bare skin, to your sparkling eyes, and finally your lips. The thought of kissing you presents itself to him immediately and, after a few seconds of staring at your inviting lips and body, he does. The next few minutes are spent this way: lips on lips in sweet, sleepy kisses with his hand gradually rubbing randomly everywhere from your outer thigh to your chest.

He pulls back to look at you again and smiles once more. "What is it," you smile and blush shyly from the attention.

"You're just too beautiful," he smiles wider and leans back down for another kiss. "I love you," another kiss, "and everything about you." Yet another kiss, albeit longer and lingering. "And I'm never going to let you go."