The Lover Who Stays in My Skin | By Roselyn A. St Claire

"Wrapped in Him. Slow Mornings with the Lover I Can’t Get Enough Of"

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The April morning was just wonderful, especially when I woke up to kisses from my late-night lover. 💞

Mr. Digs had swung by to pick me up the night before, just after I got home from carpool duty—dropping off the kids and their friends to a sleepover. As I walked toward the truck, I noticed he was already seated in the passenger seat. That was his quiet way of saying, You’re driving tonight. I smiled. Typical Mr. Digs. 😉

The moment I got behind the wheel, I was in my safe space. That’s exactly what being with him feels like—safe, warm, familiar. Maybe it’s the years of life experience he has over me, or maybe it’s just his energy—intentional, mature, but still playfully unpredictable. 🛋️✨

We stopped for ice cream on the way home. 🍦 I’d mentioned a craving earlier, and he remembered. He suggested caramel and coffee—classic flavors with just enough edge to feel indulgent. Then came a spontaneous detour to the late-night bakery. 🍞 He picked up some bread, and I couldn’t resist asking for a currant roll.

That night, Monday faded into Tuesday with the quiet ease of people who know each other’s rhythm. 🕯️ We stayed mostly in bed, letting the night take its time. There wasn’t much chatter—just a peaceful vibe filled with long kisses, slow touches, soft caresses, and even softer laughter between spoons of ice cream.

There was licking, yes—and tasting, and the kind of closeness that isn’t measured by words but by breath and heartbeat. 💦 Eventually, he slowed down the tempo, pulled me into his arms, and we drifted off. I fell asleep to the gentle sound of his snore—one of those soft, rhythmic ones that feel more like background music than disruption. 😴

He’s asked me before if he only snores on his back, but I’ve learned it happens on his sides too. It doesn’t bother me. His snoring is the soft kind, nothing like the heavy bass-drum types that make you want to grab a pillow and muffle the noise. (We’ve all known that kind of snore.) 😅 His is more like an intermittent whisper, a reminder that he’s right there. 💗

We woke up on Tuesday morning still wrapped in each other. 🛏️ I didn’t have any early Zoom meetings, so we stayed in bed for a while, letting the birdsong outside lull us deeper into the moment. 🐦 At some point—neither of us really remembering who said it—we decided to get up. We made the bed together, something we often do. It’s quicker that way, but it also gives us a little shared ritual.

Usually, he tells me a story while we do it, but today, it was just quiet. I joked that he should work from home and let me be his very willing assistant. 💼😉

We made our way to the kitchen in search of breakfast. 🥭 On the menu: thick slices of ripe pawpaw and some juicy, bold-flavored mangoes that needed to be peeled with care. 🍽️ Coffee, of course, and flavored oatmeal—just a few of the simple pleasures we both enjoy.

After breakfast, we lingered in the morning haze, talking about the night before, smiling over little flashbacks. 🔁 I could tell he wasn’t quite ready to face the day—and I wasn’t ready to let him go either.

Eventually, he slipped away to give his assistant some updates on his schedule. I listened to the sound of his voice in the distance—measured, commanding, thoughtful. 📞 Then I joined him as he got ready. It’s become our thing: I help him select his outfit for the day, right down to the socks. 🧦 He’s a quiet perfectionist, the kind who makes everything seem effortless even when it’s calculated. I love that about him.

Last Friday, I managed to convince him to go casual—his first attempt at Casual Friday. 👔➡️👖 He resisted at first (“Casual? Ew.”), But with a little coaxing and a lot of charm, he found the perfect linen and khaki combo. He sent me a photo from a lunch meeting later. He looked absolutely delicious. 📸🔥

Then there are the small, quiet things—like how he hums in the shower. 🚿🎶 He didn’t even realize he did it until I told him. But it makes sense. That’s his peace space, his daily ritual. I love watching him after he showers: the way he carefully dries off, the order in which he applies his lotion and cologne. Everything about him smells divine. 🌿🧴 I get high off his scent—clean skin, subtle spice, something earthy that stays on my clothes and in my memory.

By the time he was fully dressed and almost ready to head out, I was already daydreaming. My body was still in the kitchen, but my mind was wrapped in moments from the night before, replaying the way he touched me, kissed me, held me. 🌀

He may have been talking to me, but I couldn’t hear a word—just the thrum of my own desire, that quiet ache that comes from wanting someone who makes you feel so damn alive. 💘

Call me biased. I’ve had a crush on this man for what feels like forever. But when I’m with him, everything slows down in the best way. Time stretches. Words melt. And I’m reminded again and again: this right here—his presence, his energy, his intimacy—is something I want more of. 🔥💫

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