"Good morning, handsome!"
I blinked my eyes open fuzzily, and started to yawn before I was suddenly interrupted by Kenny when he grabbed my face and shoved his lips onto mine. I hadn't fully woken up yet, but I smiled into the sloppy morning kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging him flush against me so I could nuzzle my forehead past his cheek and into his shoulder with a content sigh.
He laughed and ran his hands through my curly hair gently. His skin was warm through the thin fabric of his shirt, a godsend compared to the icy chill of the air above the blanket. I pull my head back so I can look him in the eyes. His face is as warm as his skin, and his smile infectious. Like always, I find myself totally lost in the grey-blue of his eyes, admiring their colour and the person behind them- He leaned forward to kiss me again, when the alarm went off beside him, an obnoxious blaring that made him sigh in frustration and sit up to turn it off.
He stretched his arms up, then looked back down at me. I rolled lazily into his lap, and his hands found their way back into my hair.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," he said.
000
My alarm beeped beside my head and I sat up, startled. It was very rare that I was woken by my alarm- Kenny had some kind of six sense about the alarm and always managed to wake up a few minutes before it did before he would nuzzle me into consciousness. It was my favourite way to wake up.
But my alarm was beeping, and my bed was cold, and I was alone.
I picked up my phone, and turned the alarm off, wiping the sleep from my eyes. Text message from Kenny. "sorry, went in early today, let you sleep"
I made a face, unable to get over the weirdness of starting my day without a kiss and a 'hi.' I kicked off the covers and headed for the shower.
000
The door opened down the hall and I sat up, ears prickling. The tell tale sound of tired sretching and his bag being dropped carelessly on the floor (I would pick it up later, of course) and his stupidly large boots clomping across the hard floor.
He was smiling when he rounded the corner, but the sight of me in sleepclothes in the middle of the day was probably a bit confusing and he stopped when he saw me. He didn't say anything, he just looked me up and down expectantly, though I could see he was a bit nervous. I had a bit of a temper and he never quite knew what to say sometimes.
I pointed at the bed. He raised an eyebrow, and I pointed more fiercly. He made a face and shrugged, then took off his jacket, kicking his shoes off as he went. He went for his jeans, and I slapped his hand away. He looked even more confused. I pointed at the bed again. He sighed, this time in frustration and sat on it. He raised his arms up, as if to say "okay! Now what?"
I smiled, please, and climbed on from the other side, pulling myself into his lap.
"Hi," I face went from confused and frustrated and non-to-happy to sheepish and embarrassed immediately as a tomato red blush spread across his freckled cheeks.
"Ah," he said, "Hi."
I pulled his face down to kiss me.