When she had told him to come wake her up, nowhere in Cecilia's mind had the thought been that he would actually do it. She didn't really even know why she didn't think that he would either, just... it didn't seem like it was likely to happen. So as she began to flutter back into consciousness courtesy of the comforting soft kisses and touches that drifted through her sleep-hazed senses, Cecilia was almost certain that she was still dreaming.
She shifted, burying her face a little further into her pillow and attempting to fall deeper asleep--because if this was a dream, she most certainly didn't want to wake up. But the warmth of someone's lips pressed into her neck, her jaw, and she felt something strong wrap around her, and she had flitted her eyes open before even realizing she had.
Wait--had she said she didn't want to wake up? Because right now, waking up was looking pretty damn good.
A drowsy smile spread across Cecilia's face and she tilted her head to catch the sight of her as of now officially amazing boyfriend. Silhouetted by the morning light shining through her windows, she had to blink to focus in on his face, and yet she was still pretty sure it was one of the best things she'd ever seen.
"Ten points, Rosier," she mumbled in amusement.
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