Waking up in my mates arms was something I never thought I would experience. This morning though, having her curled up against me. Her hair splayed out my arm and her breath brushing my skin. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so hard and felt so rejuvenated when I woke up. Nuzzling into her, taking in her scent, I closed my eyes again. I must have fallen back asleep because when I woke up again, I was alone. The door was open and sunlight was shining through the window. I could see Olivia, dressed in some black jeans and a band shirt, moving around the stove. Getting up, I stretched and heard the multitude of cracks down my back. Olivia turned, eye brows raised. “Shit Desmond, that sounded awful.” Sticking my tongue out, I shook my head. “Getting old isn’t all it’s cracked up to me.” Olivia giggled. “I get it…cracked up…” With my head shaking, I got up and got dressed. My shirt was wrinkled after being crumpled all night and I trie
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