One and Only
Sunday mornings are for laying in bed and sweet nothings.
Written by: Admin M
The light is soft and warm, filtering through the curtains. The air is still and cool. Yixing is just waking up, his eyes slow to open under the mist of sleep.
He’s just about to turn to wake you when he realizes that you are curled around him, familiar and comfortable, the way a cat might curl around a ray of sunlight.
Your arms around his waist, his body wrapped within your smaller frame, you are warm, safe, and happy. Upon feeling him shift, you unconsciously snuggled closer, your need to be near him present even through the veil of sleep.