It had taken a lot of effort to get out of bed this morning.

I’m normally a morning person - hit the gym as soon as it’s 5.30am. Do a quick few sets. Showers. School. Easy.

But today? Today I had gods literal gift in my bed.

Her hair was all strewn across my pillow, golden in the sunlight, face peacefully blank as she dozed, lips red and puffy from god knows what, and her skin smooth and a little blushed on her cheekbones.

And fuck- I couldn’t help it. I got right back into bed. Wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her back into me and tucked my face in her neck, and left lazy kisses.

Best. Morning. Ever.

When she woke up, she was all shy, and cuddles and kisses, before I glanced at the clock - merely out of curiosity, wondering if I’d be able to fit a quick - you know - in.

Well, shite it was 7.55. We had to be out the door ten minutes ago.

It was a blur from then. She jumped in the shower avoiding her hair of curls she’d straightened a few days ago. Did her mascara, brow thingy and conceal-what now? Then some lip balm that I kissed off immediately before she scolded me like she was my Mam.

Meanwhile I’d rang Podge whilst brushing my teeth, told him to grab us some of those nice breakfast bars his Mam always bought him from the second cupboard down. Threw on my uniform, and jumped into my car, with her shouting ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ Twenty times. Not in the sense I wanted.

We got to school just in time, and were herded to our form room. Aoife and Joey were snogging in the back, a little too passionate for 8.20am, and Casey was dabbing foundation on her neck like her life depended on it, whilst Podge did nothing but smirk and look proud.

G’won Podge.

I sat down, pulled out a chair for my girl - gentleman, you see - and before she could sit down on my knee, and I could get my hand under her skirt - Mr Brolly was droning on about register order for assembly.

Somehow we got split up; me in between Podge and Joey. And my girl between Casey and Aoife. But as we filed in, I got sat behind her in the tiered seating, an poked her stomach.

“Hey!” She snapped. I snickered, but the head gave us a warning glare.

During the first five minutes I was behaved. Then I got antsy - I can’t help it. Bouncing knee. Muttering stuff to Joey.

But then she ran a hand down the back of her hair.

Light bulb moment.

I started running my fingers through her hair - and coulda sworn I heard her sigh, and lean back a little. So I played with it for a bit, before I leaned in, kissing her neck.

“Hi baby.” I murmured, dead soft in her ear. I knew she’d tell me off. But god - I loved her. I wasn’t stoppin.