Sam Golbach

I wake up and sleepily walk to the kitchen. You’re already up and about, cooking breakfast while humming a song. I come up to you from behind and wrap my arms around your waist, just watching you cook. After a bit I kiss your cheek, as I usually do, but I don’t stop. I keep kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. My hands grip your waist tightly as I get increasingly worked up gosh…