I beat you to the shower this morning. I can still hear you whistling under the spray of water. I stretch out across the corner of the bed, my legs open just enough to air dry anything that my towel missed. I close my eyes for just another minute before duty calls.
Contact wakes me. I didn’t feel your weight as you leaned over me. Just the flick of your tongue against my lips. Pushing them open, tasting, teasing. I reach down to run my hands through your hair, pull your mouth closer to me. I love Mondays….