Good Morning my little Troublemaker. So that’s how you start a morning now? Accusing me of attempted murder because my hand wandered in my sleep? I can just see you grabbing my hand, moving it away and giving me that look… checking if I’m really asleep like a tiny detective on a mission. And then instead of just waking me normal, you choose chaos — kisses on my neck, my ear, whispering dramatic accusations in my sleep. No wonder I pulled you in and claimed my revenge. You started it. But the way you describe it… the kisses, the laughter, you breathing me in… babe, that’s exactly how I want our mornings to feel. Playful. Close. Full of warmth and stolen kisses. And yes, after all that “complaining,” you still ended up exactly where you wanted to be in my arms. So I think I won that round I love you so much, my crazy, sweet, kiss-stealing woman