Pinky Promise?

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I look to my left and am met with tame but simultaneously messy chocolate brown curls. His bare chest is rising and falling steadily to the gentle rhythm of his breathing and I watch for a moment. I slowly run my fingers through the mop of hair before his eyes suddenly open and his face breaks into a wide grin. 

"Hey you," he says in his raspy morning voice, placing his large hand right above my knee. 

I smile and place my hand right above his and grasp it tightly, "pinky promise you love me?"

"Pinky promise," he replies before offering me his finger. We link pinkies and laugh at our stupid tradition. Propping himself up onto his elbows so that he is laying on his stomach with his chest raised almost above mine, I can faintly feel his heart beating. He furrows his eyebrows and small crinkles form above the bridge of his nose.

"What?" I ask, imitating his face and gently holding the sides of his cheek. 

"Nothing," he says while smirking, "Just lookin' at you." I stick my tongue out at him in response and watch as his face gets closer.

With the light of the morning sun peeking in from the edge of the window that remains uncovered by the blinds, his eyes are highlighted. I study the specks of green and brown surrounded by a pool of deep cerulean blue that begin to shrink as his pupil dilates and he moves in closer to me. His eyes slowly closer as his lips approach mine and he delicately grabs the back of my head. We're less than an inch apart when suddenly I'm surrounded by a bright light that makes everything else seem to disappear as my eyes quickly shut.