I twist myself from snuggle pose, (lying curled up into the crook of his arm, his fingers in my hair), to resting my head on his chest.
“I’m trying to say I love you with my eyes.”
“Oh, say it out loud instead.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Warm, velvety tones that caress my soul and start my senses tingling even before the second coffee is poured, let alone drunk. The caring concern that laces his gentle probing enquiries. His love for me, displayed prominently on his sleeve. What better way is there for an Elegant Slut to start a day?