I woke up this morning, as is usual, to him stroking my back. I love waking up next to him. His hands are so warm. It feels amazing waking up to those warm hands touching me. I nestle up next to him and we spoon. It's like there is a place created just for me to cozy up beside him.
I normally love snuggling up into that special little cranny. This morning though I had the task of telling Sir a difficult thing.
So instead of snuggling up in my cozy spot, I kinda sat up and said the thing that had to be said.
Sir, I have to tell you something. And it is only because we have the deepest bond of love and affection that I can say this, but it is time WE take a shower. It might be good if WE brush our teeth too!
What? You don't like the smell of my pheromones?At this point I have my face buried in my pillow and emphatically shaking my head "No!"
We laugh a little. Snuggle some more. And, because I made my protests known, we are heading directly to the shower. Or so I thought.
Instead I feel his arm get a little tighter and simultaneously my body is tilted a little to the side. I feel the chill of the room on my backside as he lowers the covers from around me.
I settle into this new place beside him.
We aren't taking a shower, are we, Sir?
No. I have a few things planned and then we'll shower.