Tattoos & Teacups
“Chris was snoring softly, facing away from the window, probably not yet woken by the fact that my body was shielding his from the light. I hadn’t bothered to draw the curtains before we’d fallen into bed last night.My movement seemed to disturb him, though, and as I listened to his deep breathing lighten, he turned to rest his face against my chest. I kissed his forehead.There were plenty of things I should have been doing on a Saturday morning. My routine was to wake early, as I did during the... week, and start to go through my lecture plans and check through papers that needed to be marked. I needed to return a book to the library and find a suitable birthday gift for my mother. I really should have called her and accepted or declined her invitation to lunch the following day; I hadn’t responded yet. By midafternoon I’d usually be working on marking essays or planning lectures, freeing up my Sunday for whatever it was that I wanted to do.Chris sighed heavily in his sleep and rolled over, pressing his chest full-length against my back, slinging a leg over my hips and an arm around my waist, effectively trapping me in bed.MoreLess
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