Jan 28, 2015
rxgeant
Oh. But that would be her in the morning, in his apartment, wearing his shirt that's too big for her frame and falls off the shoulder and is white so just see through enough. And he wakes up and ruffles his messy brown locks and smiles to himself about what happened between him and her the night before. He wonders where she went and leaves the bedroom to find her sitting at the breakfast bar of his kitchen with a coffee in hand smiling at him. And he thinks she looks so stunningly beautiful. And that's when he knows. That's when he knows he would be totally content waking up every morning seeing that smile greet him that way.
