Billie Bob Jones
I woke up to warm arms wrapped around my body as we both laid on our sides, chest to chest. My body was slightly sore but it was by far more manageable compared what I was used to.
Benedito was still fast asleep as he breathed softly. Sometime during the night he had tied his hair up which allowed me to see the multiple hickeys I had planted on his neck despite his tattoos.
I smiled brightly and cuddled into his chest. What we did during the night and this morning had me feeling like I could cook an egg on my forehead the way I was so happy. It felt unnatural at first to express my love but he welcomed it so well that I did not find it difficult to say it eventually.
