There were some aesthetics of mornings, and I only liked few of them. Suppose chilly rainfalls, and freezing to death once you wake up early. But feel a familliar warmth against you, later to be revealed that you were wrapped up in those white bedsheets with your lover.

And so was I. I was kind of surprised since my babygirl had gone to italy for a business trip, but she came back one day early.

It was 4:45 AM now, as I looked at the alarm clock we had. She was only in her undergarments, which made me smirk since probably she was too tired last night.

I instantly turned around and wrapped my strong arms around her comparatively tiny figure, burying my facr in her hair as I smelled that scent of vanilla shampoo and instantly my goddamn heart wanted to pin her against the bed and eat her like a starved man.

I bit her neck a bit harshly, hearing her whimper. I didn't care whether she had proper sleep or not, she always annoyed me in the middle of nights and I was getting my revenge.

"You awake, babygirl?" I whispered in her ear in my groggy deep morning british accent, which I knew made her knees weak to the point she was begging for me as I claimed what was mine.