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Yet, as I lay there beside her, intently observing her peaceful slumber, I find myself pondering the multitude of reasons why I am so deeply in love with her. It's in the delicate femininity she exudes, the unwavering determination she possesses when she sets her mind to something, and the indomitable strength she demonstrates in the face of adversity.
Of course, she, like anyone else, has her moments of vulnerability. But it's precisely in those moments that she exhibits an unwavering resilience, always finding a way to triumph over the challenges that life throws her way. She is a gentle force to be reckoned with, and I am in awe of her unwavering spirit.
And so, as I lay there, entwined with the woman who has captured my heart, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. Leslie is not just my partner; she is my rock, my inspiration, and my greatest source of joy.
Her eyes flutter open, and a radiant smile graces her lips. "Hey. How long have you been awake?"
"I've been lying here, mesmerized by your beauty. It's one of my favorite things to do," I reply with a playful tone.
She playfully pokes my shoulder. "Oh, really? What time did you actually get up?"
Sitting up in bed, I prop a pillow behind my back. "No, seriously. I've been right here, just admiring you and waiting for you to wake up."
Curiosity flickers in her gaze. "What has you up so early after such a late night? Are you having trouble sleeping?" Her finger traces gentle circles on my chest as she waits for my reply.
I reassure her, my hand resting on her thigh, the touch conveying both comfort and desire. "No, my love, it's not that. It's just that in moments like these, when you're lying here beside me, I find it impossible to look away from the breathtaking woman you are. Holding you in my arms, all I cando is thank the heavens for the incredible blessing that you are to me."
She sits up, her eyes locked with mine, filled with affection. "Oh, baby, that's so sweet. I feel just as blessed to have you. So blessed. But let me go brush my teeth so I can come back and bless you with a kiss." Her laughter dances through the room as she attempts to get out of bed, but I pull her back into my embrace.
"Not now. Just stay here with me a little while longer," I say, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and playfulness.
A mischievous sparkle gleams in her eyes. "So, you want us to have morning breath together?"
I squeeze her thigh gently, a suggestive smirk playing on my lips. "And what are you insinuating?"
She chuckles, her laughter enchanting my senses. "I'm just saying, babe. We need to talk, and it'd be better if we did it with minty fresh breath."
Reluctantly, I release my hold on her waist, allowing her to get up. Together, we make our way to the bathroom, side by side, and engage in the intimate act of brushing our teeth. Once we finish, she puckers her luscious lips, silently requesting a kiss. I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine, and in that passionate moment, I lift her off her feet, holding her close.
"We didn't have much chance to talk last night, and there's something I want to share with you," she says, her long twists cascading on either side of her face.
I pause, our faces inches apart, the heat of our connection palpable. "Are you sure you want to talk right now?" I ask, my voice filled with a mix of desire and anticipation, my fiancée suspended in the air after our intense kiss.
"I think we should," she replies, her voice holding a hint of urgency.
Gently, I set her down on the bathroom sink counter, positioning myself in front of her, our eyes locked with unwavering intensity. "Alright then, let's talk," I say, my heart brimming with anticipation as we delve into what can be serious enough to stop another session of love making for a discussion.
Leslie begins, “Okay, so I received an invitation to the Saint's Heartbeats party, a gathering for the players' wives during the postseason."
"So, Monica finally reached out," I interject.
"Yes, she said she'll send me the details later this week. Knowing her, it'll probably be held at some upscale restaurant."
My voice laced with curiosity, I ask, "Are you planning to attend?"
"I'm not sure. I wanted to discuss it with you first."
Reaching out to touch her hand, I express my support. "Alright, let's talk about it. What do you want to do?"
She locks eyes with me, her determination shining through. "Even though I know people like Moey Dash will be there, I want to go. I want to face anyone who has tried to belittle me and show them that I can't be trampled over or ran underneath a rock."
Intertwining my hand with hers, I offer a gentle squeeze. "You know, you don't have to prove anything to anyone."
She nods, understanding my sentiment. "I know, but I still want to go. I could possibly make some new connections and network with other women that I don’t know. Besides, you’re the team quarterback. I should be there to represent for you." She looks at me, seeking my approval.
With a reassuring smile, I give her my blessing. "Then it's settled. Go and show them the extraordinary woman you are."
I pick her up until her legs straddle my torso, and my hands caress the softness of her backside. The closeness between us feels comforting, as if our souls are entwined. I cannot denyher anything, even if I were inclined to do so. And for the record, I have no desire to deny her anything.
