[It really is perfect like this. He enjoys the kiss as he comes down off his own high, lungs burning and heart pounding as if he's run a marathon (or two). He should move - to lie down next to her, if nothing else - but he doesn't want to. He just wants to linger like this all day.
And then his stomach growls, because of course it does. He's a little confused as to what the sound is at first, but then he realizes, far too late. Awkward.]
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And then his stomach growls, because of course it does. He's a little confused as to what the sound is at first, but then he realizes, far too late. Awkward.]
... I guess I should make breakfast, huh?