In a perfect world, I would wake up early every morning, before the alarm went off, and his hand would already be running up my thigh and he'd be nuzzling my neck and without even opening our eyes, we'd have some of that quiet and slow, easy, early-morning sex, because that is the perfect way to start the day. And if I had my way, every night before we fell asleep, we'd use that last burst of energy left over from the length of the day, like flattening a tube of toothpaste from the bottom, and we'd try to be quiet, but it would be difficult (for me, anyway), and then we'd fall asleep tucked up together, wiped out in the most pleasant way. And if it was the most perfect world ever in the history of them, there would be very long lunches, with pizza ordered in, and Sundays with the bedroom door locked except for brief coffee breaks, and actually, most of Saturday, too.

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