It wasn't the sunlight coming in from the window or from the cracks in the curtain that woke me up. It was the scent of a shower gel. Familiar yet I never smelt it so strongly like this before. I was enthralled and for a moment, even forgotten I was dreaming of my parents before I peeled my eyes open. My eyes squinted at the familiar frame standing in front of the mirror in the corner. August was n***d from the waist and up before he put a white shirt over his head. He brushed his damp hair with his fingers before suddenly glancing at me. His eyes widened when he noticed my opened eyes.
"Hey…," he walked to the bed, leaned in for a kiss, and brushed the wild hair off my face. "Good morning."
"You're going somewhere?" He wore sweatpants earlier. He was in his pants now.
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