there is nothing more absolutely special than him. to wake up to his perfectly crafted face, his muscular arms wrapped around me, reminding me that he will protect, and that i am safe. i always wake up before him. to admire him. i place my small hand on his chest, and kiss his parted lips. there goes that shocking feeling i get when are lips meet. i hum with satisfaction and run my other hand through his bed hair. i was so caught up with combing through his hair, i didn't realize he'd open his eyes. he chuckled and i got startled. we meet eyes and i blush, with a small smile.

"hi," i practically whispered. "morning," he leaned closer to kiss me. "i woke you?" played with my fingers. he shook his head and turned over on his back to stretch a bit. i watched his muscles move and cooed. "how'd you sleep?" he yawned and pulled me closer to lay on his chest. "great, especially if i'm with you," i drew shapes and hearts on him with my finger. "i feel safe,"

mark blushed and grinned. "i'm glad i make you feel that way. i love you so much, seán," he held and one side of my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. i melted into his hand, "i love you more, mark,"

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