the morning after

[spareanychange]

I rolled over and squinted my eyes against the renegade stream of light peeking in through the curtains of the 29th-floor window, reflecting off 180 degrees of mountain ranges and skyscrapers like only a 9:30am beam of light in Vancouver can. That one stream of light, though, was enough to illuminate a saga strewn across the floor, leaving clues to

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[thejezebel]

I rolled back over onto His shoulder and shared a closed-mouth kiss, the kind you use when you know your morning breath could probably kill a small animal.

Oh how I love you. I nearly spit my water out reading that :)