Imagine Nineteen - Glass Of Water

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It's around 3am.

You're lying on his chest.
He's warm; sweating almost.

His hair lying effortlessly on the pillow and across his face.

He's snoring, not to loudly but to clarify he's asleep.

Now you're hot.
The blanket wrapped around you both is more or less drenched, so you gently lift it up and climb off of him; not to wake him.

You go downstairs to get some water.

You kept as quiet as possible but when you opened the door, he was sat rubbing his eyes.

"Did I wake you?" You ask.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it."
"Sorry love."
"I said don't worry about it." He laughs lifting the blanket up.

You get climb into bed and kiss his cheek as he smiles to himself.

Your both sat up, his arm around your waist.

"Did you want some?" You ask.
"Yes please love."

You reach over to the bedside table and he caresses your waist with his thumb.

You hand it to him with a smile on your face.

He chugged what was left and let out a sigh afterwards.

"Thirsty?" You ask.
"Yep." He said whiping his mouth as you put the glass back down on the table.

"Bed?" He asks.
You nodded.

You both shifted, until you we're lying on top of him again.

He kissed your head, leaving a grin on your face.

So you lifted your head and kissed him on the lips.

When you let go, he pulled you back kissing you again but for even longer.

Soon, he placed your head under his chin and wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you so much." He whispered.
"I love you more."

You kissed his neck and he chuckled.

Soon, you fell asleep again.

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