“Good morning, darling.”

Tetcho loved you. You were his, no one else’s. He kissed your nape, then your shoulder. He spooned you from behind, a soft sigh escaping your lips in content. He cradled your slender hand in his, lifting it to his lips and planting a kiss to your knuckles, then each finger.

The early sunlight bled through the window, its gentle glow warm and inviting.

“You’re so warm, god, i love you.” he mumbled into your skin, squeezing you closer.