Michael usually wakes up an hour or two before me. He slips out of bed, tiptoes out the door and slowly pulls it closed behind him. I rarely hear him leave.
When I wake up, I text him. Seconds later he bursts through the bedroom door and jumps back into bed, smothering my neck with kisses.
“You know,” I said to him on one such morning,”every woman should have the chance to wake up to this.”
“They can,” he said. “If you just give me permission.”
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Of course I would inquire whether he has a single uncle who is also so inclined. You are a lucky woman Rebecca!