“Just one more, flower,” I insist as I press another light kiss to your lips, followed by two more pecks and another extra one on your cheek. Then another on your forehead. Then another on the other cheek. “Alright, go,” I chuckle, spinning you around and nudging you towards the oven where the timer is beeping.

I lean against the counter of the kitchen island, watching with a fond smile as you oh-so-carefully check the banana bread you’d dragged me out of bed at 1am to make. Had said that you couldn’t sleep, and when I reminded you of my early morning studio session with Greg, you promised that you’d bring me lunch in return.

I swear, I fall more in love with you everyday.

I squint slightly as I watch you move around the kitchen, and hum to myself in thought before pulling my phone from my pocket and opening the notes app.

Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor, I type, jotting down the line idea for tomorrow. Flower / Tongue Tied / Tired Eyes-

My frantic songwriting idea kick is interrupted by you snapping me out of my thoughts.