My eyes slowly open as I realize my alarm is sounding… I can’t believe it’s already time to get up. Rolling over, I catch a glimpse of A. He’s not quite awake yet, his arm thrown over his eyes – the muscles in his long and lean arms on full display. My eyes glance up to the curly mess of hair peeking from under his forearm and then down to where the waistband of his briefs rests just below the v of his core. A twinge of arousal pokes at my lower back. I smile to myself and reach across to slide my hand under his arm, slightly moving my fingers across his chest to wake him up. “Babe, it’s time to wake up,” I say quietly. “We have to get to the gym.” He stirs and rolls his toned body over to face me. This shifts his arm to reveal his long lashes against strong cheekbones and a small smirk signaling to me that he is – in fact – awake.
I pull myself toward him and kiss his forehead, letting my lips linger for a second – taking in the smell of his hair and skin – before I force myself to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to get dressed for the gym.