I am starting to love mornings. And not just the waking up part.
Well, actually, that's a huge part of it.
I love waking up in Neal's arms. I love feeling wrapped up in his embrace and then feel his lips on my forehead. He pulls me closer, cracks open a sleepy eye and murmurs "Good Morning."
After I respond with a "Morning," we cuddle together for as long as our schedules allow.
Right now, it's the thing that I will miss the most when I go to France.
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