“Good morning” You heard your boyfriend say in a deep rough morning voice, as you laid on his bare chest and played with his fingers. You looked up and smiled at him. He looked down at you sleepily and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Can you stop obsessing over my hands this early in the morning it’s getting out of control.” He said to you as he slid his other hand over your back.
“It’s not my fault I like hands.” You said. “What did you dream about.” You quickly said to make sure he wasn’t going to continue talking about your thing for his hands. His hand slid down to your lower back. “You.” He said, with a dark voice. “Oh, is that so?” You said smiling to yourself as you went back to looking at his fingers.