But, Sunday mornings were my favorite. Neither of us had to work, so we could lay in bed and hold one another. We’d talk and giggle, and Bryan sometimes surprised me with breakfast. There were mornings where he’d wake me up with his tongue between my legs, and even though I tried to repay the favor sometimes, he was always awake before I was.
And this morning was no different.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said.
“Damn it,” I said, groaning.
“What?” he asked.
“I really thought I would’ve had you this time. It’s like, seven in the morning, right?”
“Nope,” he said, chuckling. “It’s definitely almost eleven.”
“What?”
His laughter felt so wonderful against my ears.
“It’s Sunday. Calm down,” he said.
“I know. But I wanted to wake you up in a special way,” I said, pouting.
“I mean, I wouldn’t turn it down now,” he said, grinning.
“It’s no fun when you know it’s coming.”
“Trust me. It’s always fun, no matter what form it comes in.”
I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. I peppered his lips with kisses and wiggled my hips, teasing him into oblivion as I felt him rise between my legs. I settled my face into the crook of his neck and allowed him to hold me, his hands dancing and tracing nameless pictures onto the skin of my back.
“Listen, before we get into any morning celebration festivities, there’s something I want to talk to you about.
“All right,” I said. “What’s up?”
I wiggled my hips again as a grin crossed my face, and he groaned before he rolled me over onto my side.
“I’m serious,” he said.
“Is something wrong?”
“How’s Anna doing with her apartment?” he asked.
“You stopped morning sex to ask me how my sister’s doing in her new home?” I asked.
“It’s got a point. Would you roll with me, Miss Grouchy?”
“Fine. Fine. Yes, she’s doing wonderfully. Taking her voice lessons and working her part-time job. It’s the happiest I’ve seen her in a while.”
“Good. And how do you like it here?” he asked.
“I love it here. I love meeting you at home and waking up to you in the mornings. Even if we are running around trying to step over each other to get ready because we’re late.”
“I’m sorry your hips make me late,” he said, grinning.
“Well, I’m not. So there.”
I leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss before I allowed him to go any further.
“So, where’s all this headed?” I asked.