[It's for the better. If he made breakfast, she'd feel as if she had to eat all of it, no matter how awful it (probably) would have been.
She doesn't have the same fight or flight instincts as James. They exist, but even in a deep sleep her body recognizes and reaches for warmth and affection. Letting out a groggy huff and a groan, her eyes flutter open. It takes a second to register what is going on and she ducks her head down, pressing her chin against her chest while laughing.
Moments like this remind her that it isn't convenience. It isn't just comfort or reliability or an understanding. That easy confession they had wasn't hollow.
Tilting her head back toward the pillow, she arches her back and playfully pushes him away. Her voice is rasp, but as sweet as ever.] Good morning to you, too.
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She doesn't have the same fight or flight instincts as James. They exist, but even in a deep sleep her body recognizes and reaches for warmth and affection. Letting out a groggy huff and a groan, her eyes flutter open. It takes a second to register what is going on and she ducks her head down, pressing her chin against her chest while laughing.
Moments like this remind her that it isn't convenience. It isn't just comfort or reliability or an understanding. That easy confession they had wasn't hollow.
Tilting her head back toward the pillow, she arches her back and playfully pushes him away. Her voice is rasp, but as sweet as ever.] Good morning to you, too.