I felt the sun hit my face, burying my head further into my pillow I reached out for my lover. Only to find an empty bed, I groaned lifting the covers over my head, missing his warmth. The door soon creaked open and the blankets were gently peeled from me "good morning! I made you some honey lemon tea!" the male chirped.
It was none other than my boyfriend, Honey Lemon. It's not his real name but it's what I called him the majority of the time. Why? Well because his honey lemon tea rocks. I pointed to the bedside table gesturing him to put it down.
As soon as he did I gripped his thin wrist pulling him into the bed, he yelped in surprise. Throwing the blanket over him I buried my face in his chest, gripping his shirt tightly in my hands.
I closed my eyes once more, Honey chuckled wrapping his arms around me. One arm going to brush through my hair, gently combing out any knots with his slender fing