My Bias, My Husband
Your Bias is my Husband!Stirring from my blissful sleep, I could feel the rays of the sun kiss my skin. I wanted to go back to sleep but remembering the events yesterday made me open my eyes and greeted the world with a smile.
Thin white laced curtains filled my view with rays of sun seeping through the holes. Beneath the curtains lay a wide clear window where silhouettes of sky scrapers could be seen from where I lay.
I raised my left hand against the light and admired the ring that is now present on my ring finger. I let out a hearty laugh when a strong arm circled my waist and one hand with an identical ring entwined where mine lay.
With one move he was able to make me face him, completely trapped in his arms as he snuggled his face at the nook of my neck. I giggled as his breath tickled my neck.
"My wife seems happy." He said in a raspy just-woke-up voice but stayed in the same position that made me laugh.
"You're tickling me!" He raised his head and squinted his eyes. That look made me gulp as he looked perfect with his bare face along with his messy bed hair. An awkward laugh made a way out to my lips trying to shoo away my erted thoughts but as soon as I see a y smirk coming from his mouth I know he's up to no good.
"You know what they say?" You whispered swductively
"What?" emeged, my voice sounds needy
"They said its best to do it on mornings. After waking up." His hands made its way in my shirt and poof! It became coco crunch. I mean
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