24 • Not The Way I Love You.
I wake before he does this time. And for a moment I just lay there, tracing the curve of his lips with my eyes.
Then his eyes open. He smiles lazily at me and my mind numbs. I smile back. "Mornin'" his voice is rough, gravelly, like stone on stone and it makes me shiver.
"Mornin'" I whisper back. He leans down to kiss me before getting up "I'll make breakfast and then we should talk" I pause for a moment before nodding "yeah."
I don't move for a while, just stare up at the ceiling. Then I decide that I'm only delaying the inevitable and I get up. I close the bathroom door behind me, pulling the t shirt I'm wearing over my head.
I tie my hair back and inspect the bruises scattered all over my body. I sigh, at least they're all easy to hide. I look away from the mirror, turning the shower on.
When I'm done, I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table. He places a plate in front of me and I thank him quietly, digging in.