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I groggily make a cup of tea as bright morning sunshine inconsiderately beams in through the kitchen window.
"'Lo," Simon calls as he comes bounding into the flat. He's smiling as he sets a pastry box down on the counter.
I grunt.
"Did you just wake up?" He sidles towards me.
"Still asleep."
He hmms, pulling me close.
"So I can't interest you in a treat?"
"Depends," I say, warming at his tone.
He lifts me onto the counter, thoughts of the box pushed aside.
"After then," is all he says before he kisses me again. And again. And again.