✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　before, three　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

- in the stars, benson boone

" sunday mornings were your favorite
i used to meet you down on woods creek road
you did your hair up like you were famous
even though it's only church where we were going
now sunday mornings, i just sleep in "

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　sunday mornings　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dec, 22nd 1985

It was bright. The sun beaming through the open forgotten blinds. Light making its way to his closed eyes.

Squinting harshly when it awoke him from his sleep. Hair loose in the bun he put it in the previous night just the way she loved it.

Opening his eyes he stared at the ceiling pondering and collecting his awareness of his surroundings.

Turning his head to his nightstand eyeing the left out glass of water suddenly allowing him to consider the staleness of his mouth in a horrid taste.

Reaching for it he was stopped from the shift of a weight on his chest. Brows knitted tightly in confusion he titled his head down almost sinking his jaw into his neck in an uncomfortable manner.

His lips curved and eyes lit up seeing the tousled brown hair streaked with highlights spread across his bare chest.

Hand drawn to her face brushing the hair away revealing her features. Her mouth parted slightly with soft breaths coming out every few seconds.

Eyes traveling down to her body, lips becoming downturned at the blanket pooled around her calves and goosebumps risen on her skin.

His arm resting under her body came pulling the hem of his shirt down on her body hiding the skin it revealed when it had ridden up during the night.

Pulling the blanket up shortly after with much struggle but making sure to cover her exposed legs to keep her warm from the chilly sunday morning.

Turning his body he let his left hand fall on her waist while the other was drawn to her flushed cheeks blocking the sun from her eyes.

He adored the way her cheeks turned pink in the winter it was one of his favorite things about Gracie Hopper.

Caressing her skin with the pad of his thumb moving his face so his forehead touched hers. His tongue swiping against his dry lips a light chuckle moving past them.

"My angel." Tilting his head up he brought his lips down against her skin placing soft pecks against it. Subconsciously, a smile was brought to her lips and her leg moving to tangle itself with his own.

Sunday mornings were his favorite.

Suppressing his laugh he moved to puller her closer to his chest. Resting his chin on her forehead her sunk into the pillow relishing the moment.

"I'll wait for you." He rasped out into the silence blending with the noises of the ceiling fan and light chirps of the birds. "I'll wait." Eddie closed his eyes falling back into a deep slumber.

- from honey

this was just a little insight.