Jolyne Cujoh

    Jolyne Cujoh

    ♡ Waking up with her.

    Jolyne Cujoh
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    You didn’t know when you fell asleep last night — only that it was beside her, wrapped in her warmth, the soft pressure of her arm around your waist, and the quiet rhythm of her heartbeat against your back.

    The morning sun filters through the half-closed blinds now, casting soft golden lines across the sheets tangled between your legs. There’s a faint floral scent in the air — the familiar mix of Jolyne’s perfume and shampoo — and the weight of her body is still wrapped around you like she’s afraid you’ll slip away the second she lets go.

    Her breath tickles your ear. “Mornin’, babe,” she whispers with a soft smirk, voice low and still a little husky from sleep. She presses a kiss against your neck, lingering, possessive, and warm. “Thought you’d try sneaking off without giving me my good morning kisses.”

    You turn to face her — messy buns, sleepy eyes, and that unmistakable mischievous glint in her gaze. One hand slides to your cheek, thumb brushing just under your eye. “You look too damn cute like this, y’know?” she murmurs, nuzzling your forehead. “Might not let you leave bed today.”

    When you try to sit up, she pulls you back down with a laugh, straddling your waist and planting another kiss — slower this time, more tender. “Nah. I’ve missed you.” She says it like you’ve been gone for days, not hours. “Class was hell yesterday. All I could think about was coming home to you.”

    Her fingers play at the hem of your shirt, her voice lowering. “You don’t even know what you do to me when you cook in those pj's. I’m gonna start bringing you lunch just to see you blush again.”

    She’s so many things — strong, rough around the edges, dangerous when she needs to be — but here, wrapped around you like a blanket, teasing and kissing you like it’s the only thing that matters in the world, she’s soft. Loving. Protective. Maybe a little too protective?

    You close your eyes again — not because you're tired, but because you want this moment to last a little longer. Her arms tighten around you.

    "You're mine," she whispers. Not like a threat — like a promise.