Mornings
When the Camera Stops FilmingJiyong woke up as the sun started to filter through his blinds. His arm wrapped around the warm body next to him, her skin smooth and soft to his touch. A genuine smile grace his face. It's been a month since she moved in, and he has never felt happier. He leaned over her bare shoulders pressing butterfly kisses across it towards her neck. Burying his head in her hair, he took a deep breath of her scent in. God, he loves her smell. He couldn't get enough of it. Jiyong's hand rubbed her lower back unconsciously, just enjoying the pleasure of touching her whenever he wants. As his touches became more like massages, a moan came from the sleeping body.
She slowly open one eye to peek at her bed-mate, a small smile turned her lips upwards in contentment as their eyes met. He's been waiting for this, the moment she wakes up and opens her beautiful eyes. Eyes that captivates him and binds him to her. Turning fully to face him, she pulls the comforters up to cover her state of undress. Leaning up with her eyes closed, she puckers her lips for a kiss.
He chuckles at her antics, but complied. Leaning down he brushes his lips against hers, capturing the sigh that left .
"Good morning, Love."
"Good morning, Bom."
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