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He doesn't think he'll ever get used to this - waking up next to you.
It's not a bad thing, it's just that sometimes Gavin can't believe his luck. When he first met you, he had hit it off instantly with you - and even when the both of you decided to pursue a relationship, it almost felt surreal.
No, he's not complaining.
And then, as if it seemed it couldn't get any better - you said yes! You married him, and it was then that he knew he could never live without you. You were perfect, his other half, his soulmate. He was riding a high he knew he would never be able to come down from.
Reaching up through the covers of their messy sheets, Gavin's fingers intertwined with yours, and he couldn't help the upturn of his lips at the sight of both your rings glinting that beautiful platinum he loved so much in the morning sun. The physical manifestation of your love for each other.
Gavin watched, entranced as you shifted in your sleep - his eyes tracing the features of his one and only. And yes, he would always admit it - admit that out of everyone in the world, he'd never regret picking you.
It wasn't like you two were the perfect couple though, far from it, actually. But the relationship not being perfect is what made Gavin fall even harder. He loved that you kept small, meaningless secrets - because that meant that he'd still have the chance to learn more about you, even if it's 30 years from now.
He never loved fighting with you, but he loved that you both found a way back to each other - that you'd both make compromises for each other. Gavin had never felt so needed before.
And, of course, he loved the sex. It was amazing, to have a partner that would embrace his love language as if it were their own - it honestly made it difficult to hold himself back from pouncing on you all the time. He knew you wouldn't mind most of the time, but he'd never want to hurt you - not really.
Fuck, now he's hard again.
Gavin bit his lip, sitting up carefully to not wake you. The white sheets slid off his naked torso and pooled around his hips, a flimsy barrier between him and his need.
Slowly, and rather lazily, Gavin palmed the pulsing erection between his legs - groaning quietly as the sheet and his sweatpants moved in tandem with his hand. He didn't want to wake you, nor did he want to get himself off - he just wanted to edge himself enough to be ready for when you were.
Which is probably the reason why he shivered at the questioning groan beside him. Gavin couldn't help the moan he let out when he caught your eye, though - you've always been able to arouse him with just your looks alone, not that he was complaining.
He tried to hold down the shaking in his voice as he spoke, but no dice, "M-Morning, Sugar..."
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