Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
"Wake up," Beneditos warm lips pressed against the shell of my ear. His large hand rested on my stomach before gently rubbing it in circles making all the butterflies in my stomach violently flutter.
I groaned, pulling away from him to press my head further into my pillow. I had not realized how much I had missed my bed until I had slept in it. There was something about the much smaller four walls that were just so comfortable. Some of my best memories were in this room and Benedito took up a huge portion of them.
A small smile spread across my lips before I rolled onto my back to face him. His curly hair up in all kinds of directions and his hazel eyes shining brightly even though the room had a soft glow from the window. His face was puffy from sleep and I just wondered how he managed to look that happy when he just woke up.
