You are awoken from your peaceful slumber by the brightness of the morning sun, as well a light squeezing sensation upon your hand. Slowly, you open your eyes and are greeted by the sight of him. He affectionately watches you with a tender smile and you can't help but do the same. He slowly runs his thumb across the back of your hand and continues to gaze into your eyes. A few seconds pass before you gently say, "Yong." 

He emits a soft "Hmm?" as he wraps an arm around you, bringing you closer to him.

You follow his lead and throw your arm across his waist. "Nothing," you whisper as you nuzzle against him. "I just wanted my first word of the day to be your name."

"Why?" he asks as his fingers glide across your bedhead. "Not that I mind," he chuckles.

"I just felt like saying it," you say into his chest.

"Really?" he murmurs.

You nod your head and hear him laugh again as your hair tickles his skin.

"How come?"

After some thought, you reply, "Because I love the sound of it and how it makes me feel. It gives me electricity." Your fingers delicately trace circles on his ribcage. "It makes me happy."

That statement make him happy. He delineates this by tightening his embrace and pressing you snugly against him. Your eyes remain closed and the two of you bask in each other's warmth. It was a nice feeling, a tranquil feeling. You wanted it to last forever.

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"Do you feel like saying it again?" he asks after a few dulcet moments pass.

You know exactly where this is going.

"Oh god, Yong," you cry as you bury your face even dee