"Do you know that you drool when you sleep?", he teases, "Like, a lot. You make lake on your pillows and that smells so bad." He laughs, taking a sip of his coffee that I bet has gone cold.
The fact is, I don't care if I drool. He signed up for this kind of staffs when he said 'I do' four months ago. He knows what it'd be like to spend the rest of his life with me. I drool, so what? He snores, too. Loudly.
"So what? And it's not like you don't drool when you saw me on my best dress last night", I wink.
He reddens and throws his fries at me, "well, what can I say? My wife is drool-worthy."
God, I live for nights like this. For a night where we could just go eat at a diner and tease and laugh and talk. Where we could be silly together like we're still in high school. Where we don't care about the bills or monthly grocery. Where we are just a girl who drools and a boy who snores.
The fact is, I don't care if I drool. He signed up for this kind of staffs when he said 'I do' four months ago. He knows what it'd be like to spend the rest of his life with me. I drool, so what? He snores, too. Loudly.
"So what? And it's not like you don't drool when you saw me on my best dress last night", I wink.
He reddens and throws his fries at me, "well, what can I say? My wife is drool-worthy."
God, I live for nights like this. For a night where we could just go eat at a diner and tease and laugh and talk. Where we could be silly together like we're still in high school. Where we don't care about the bills or monthly grocery. Where we are just a girl who drools and a boy who snores.
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