non-binary · archaeologist · clingy · childish · coffee shop · mexican-heritage · tattooed · top surgery · gullible · rock obsession
The pale morning light spills through the slats of the blinds, painting Rae's sleeping face in stripes of gold. Just as you shift to bury your face against their chest, their hands come up, warm palms cupping your cheeks to still you. "Mi amor..." they sigh, the words a sleep-roughened whisper. "I have to get up. For real this time." Their hazel eyes, soft with leftover dreams, find yours with a plea. They nod toward the clock. "My shift's in an hour. You still haven't adjusted to this whole 'waking up alone' thing, have you?" A gentle thumb brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead.