“Good morning,” he whispers in my e

“Good morning,” he whispers in my ear. I’m on my stomach, my arms under my pillow. I can feel him against my side, rubbing my bare back with the flat of his hand, kissing my cheek, and I want to just stay, right here, forever.
“Mm,” I reply.
“Open your eyes,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Mm mm,” I reply and frown, making him chuckle.
“For me?” He kisses my cheek again and cups my ass in his hand, then drags that amazing hand back up my spine and brushes my hair off my back, so he can kiss my neck and shoulder.
I’m awake. 
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my shoulder. “I love your freckles.”
“My mother calls them angel kisses. Every time an angel kissed me in heaven before I came to her, I got a freckle.” I smile and suddenly miss my ma. I manage to get one eye open and smile at a rumpled Eli lying next to me, his head braced in his hand as his fingers travel over my skin. He’s smiling softly at me.
“Good morning,” he says.
“Good morning,” I reply. “What time is it?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He kisses my cheek again, and I close my eye. I feel him move around, and then hear the shutter on his phone.
“Did you seriously just take a picture of me?” I ask, and open my eye again to glare at him.
“I did,” he replies. “You look beautiful in the morning.”
He’s such a damn charmer.
I quickly pull his phone from his fingers and turn over, scoot up against him, and hold the phone out to take a selfie of the two of us.
“Morning selfie,” I announce, and we both smile at the phone. I snap the picture, but before I lower it, he kisses my cheek, so I snap that too.
“Keep the phone up,” he whispers, and turns my face to his, kissing my lips. 
I snap that one as well.
“Kissing selfies,” I whisper and he kisses my nose. “You’re sweet in the morning.” I set his phone aside and turn to snuggle in his arms, press my face against his solid, muscular chest, and take a long, deep breath when he closes his arms around me and holds me close.
“I’m not sweet, cher.”
“Mmm hmm,” I reply and rub my nose against him. “Sure you’re not. You smell good.”
He chuckles and kisses my head. 
“Your hair smells good.”
“It’s the new shampoo I bought downstairs,” I reply. 
“I like it.”
I sigh and could definitely fall back to sleep right here, in Eli’s arms, but I have a feeling we need to get up and out the door to work.
“Seriously, what time is it?”
“After seven,” he replies.
“What?” I pull back and try to get out of bed, but he tugs me effortlessly back into his arms. “Eli, we have to get up.”
“Five more minutes.”
“I don’t have five minutes to give you.”
“Yes, you do.” He hugs me again, rubs his hands down my back and kisses my forehead. “Let me just enjoy having you in my arms for five more minutes.”
“Well, it does feel good,” I concede, and snuggle against him. 
“Nothing feels this good,” he whispers, making me grin. I don’t care what he says, in these quiet moments, he’s very sweet.
If I’m not careful, I could tumble right over into love with him.
It’s a good thing I’m the very definition of careful.
“Eli?”
“Hmm.”
“I don’t want to, but I have to get up.”
“I know.” He sighs and loosens his grip on me. “Thanks for the extra five minutes.”
I grin and roll away, then gasp when I see the time. “It’s almost eight!”
“Yes.”
“You said it was after seven.”
“It is.”
I glare at him, but he just stares at me with humor-filled eyes.
“Oversleeping on a Monday means the rest of the week is going to be crappy,” I announce, as I stomp into the bathroom, pull a brush through my hair, then tie it back and stare in despair at my makeup-free face in the mirror. “I don’t have time for makeup.”
“You’re beautiful without it,” Eli says calmly, as he hands me a steaming mug of coffee and kisses my cheek. “Stop freaking out.”
“I don’t want to be late,” I reply, before gratefully sipping the coffee. “Where did this coffee come from?”
“Timer on the pot,” he replies. “You’re fine, cher.” He wraps his arms around my waist and finds my gaze in the mirror as he kisses my cheek. “You didn’t sleep that late.”
I lean back against him and enjoy the feel of his chest pressed against my back for just a moment before slipping out of his arms and reaching for my makeup.
And then my phone rings.
Of course.
“Rhys is FaceTiming me at 8:00 on a Monday morning?” I ask with a frown. Eli just shrugs and saunters into his closet to dress. “Rhys, I can’t talk now.”
“Just give me ten,” he replies, and I can tell just by looking at him that something is very wrong. 
“What is it?”
“You didn’t watch last night’s game?”
“No,” I reply guiltily. “Sorry.”
“I’m hurt.” The sarcasm is thick. “I thought you watched every game.” 
“Right. Of course I do. What’s wrong?”
“I got hurt.” He swallows and winces as he shifts in his seat. “Tore my rotator cuff.”
“WHAT? Oh, my God, Rhys—”
“I’m fine.”
I look into his green eyes, and I know he’s lying. “No, you’re not.”
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’ll need surgery. I’m out for the season.”
“Rhys.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Selamat pagi," bisiknya di telingaku. Aku sedang di perut saya, tangan saya di bawah bantal. Aku bisa merasakan dia terhadap sisi saya, menggosok punggung saya telanjang dengan flat tangannya, mencium pipi saya, dan saya ingin tinggal, di sini, selamanya."Mm," saya menjawab."Buka mata Anda," katanya. Aku bisa mendengar senyum dalam suaranya."Mm mm," Aku Balasan dan kerutan, membuatnya tertawa."Bagi saya?" Dia mencium pipi saya lagi dan cangkir pantatku di tangannya, kemudian menyeret tangan yang menakjubkan cadangan tulang belakang saya dan sikat rambut saya dari punggungku, sehingga ia dapat mencium leher dan bahu.Aku terjaga. "Kulit Anda begitu lembut," ia merenungkan itu, menyeret bibirnya di bahu saya. "Aku cinta bintik-bintik Anda.""Ibuku menyebut mereka ciuman malaikat. Setiap kali seorang malaikat menciumku di surga sebelum aku datang kepadanya, aku punya bintik." Saya tersenyum dan tiba-tiba kehilangan ma. Aku berhasil mendapatkan satu mata terbuka dan tersenyum pada Eli kusut yang berbaring di samping saya, kepalanya bersiap di tangannya jarinya perjalanan atas kulit saya. Dia tersenyum lembut pada saya."Selamat pagi," katanya."Selamat pagi," saya menjawab. "Apa waktu itu?""Jangan khawatir tentang hal itu." Dia mencium pipi saya lagi, dan saya menutup mata saya. Aku merasakan dia bergerak, dan kemudian mendengar rana di telepon."Apakah Anda serius hanya mengambil gambar saya?" Saya bertanya, dan membuka mata saya lagi untuk memelototi kepadanya."Aku," Dia menjawab. "Kau tampak cantik di pagi hari."Dia adalah seorang pawang sialan.Saya cepat menarik telepon dari jarinya dan menyerahkan, scoot terhadap dia, dan pegang telepon untuk mengambil selfie kedua kita."Selfie pagi," saya mengumumkan, dan kami berdua tersenyum pada telepon. Aku snap gambar, tapi sebelum aku menurunkannya, dia mencium pipi saya, jadi aku mengambil yang terlalu."Menjaga telepon," ia berbisik, dan ternyata wajahku nya, mencium bibirku. Aku mengambil satu juga."Mencium selfies," aku berbisik dan ia ciuman hidung saya. "Kau manis di pagi hari." Aku menyisihkan telepon dan beralih ke meringkuk dalam pelukannya, tekan wajahku dadanya solid, otot, dan ambil napas panjang, mendalam ketika ia menutup lengannya di sekitar saya dan memegang saya dekat."Aku tidak manis, cher.""Mmm hmm," Aku Balasan dan gosok hidung saya terhadapnya. "Pastikan Anda tidak. Anda mencium baik."Dia terkekeh dan ciuman kepalaku. "Rambut Anda bau baik.""Itu adalah sampo yang baru saya membeli turun," saya menjawab. "Saya suka itu."Saya menghela napas dan bisa pasti jatuh kembali tidur di sini, di lengan Eli, tapi aku punya perasaan kita perlu untuk mendapatkan dan keluar pintu untuk bekerja."Serius, apa waktu itu?""Setelah tujuh," Dia menjawab."Apa?" Aku menarik kembali dan mencoba untuk keluar dari tempat tidur, tetapi ia menyentak saya mudah kembali ke dalam pelukannya. "Eli, kita harus bangun.""Lima menit lagi.""Saya tidak memiliki lima menit untuk memberi Anda.""Ya, Anda lakukan." Dia pelukan saya lagi, mengusap tangannya ke punggungku dan ciuman dahiku. "Biarkan aku hanya menikmati memiliki Anda dalam pelukanku selama lima menit lagi.""Yah, itu tidak merasa baik," Aku mengakui, dan meringkuk terhadap dirinya. “Nothing feels this good,” he whispers, making me grin. I don’t care what he says, in these quiet moments, he’s very sweet.If I’m not careful, I could tumble right over into love with him.It’s a good thing I’m the very definition of careful.“Eli?”“Hmm.”“I don’t want to, but I have to get up.”“I know.” He sighs and loosens his grip on me. “Thanks for the extra five minutes.”I grin and roll away, then gasp when I see the time. “It’s almost eight!”“Yes.”“You said it was after seven.”“It is.”I glare at him, but he just stares at me with humor-filled eyes.“Oversleeping on a Monday means the rest of the week is going to be crappy,” I announce, as I stomp into the bathroom, pull a brush through my hair, then tie it back and stare in despair at my makeup-free face in the mirror. “I don’t have time for makeup.”“You’re beautiful without it,” Eli says calmly, as he hands me a steaming mug of coffee and kisses my cheek. “Stop freaking out.”“I don’t want to be late,” I reply, before gratefully sipping the coffee. “Where did this coffee come from?”“Timer on the pot,” he replies. “You’re fine, cher.” He wraps his arms around my waist and finds my gaze in the mirror as he kisses my cheek. “You didn’t sleep that late.”I lean back against him and enjoy the feel of his chest pressed against my back for just a moment before slipping out of his arms and reaching for my makeup.Dan kemudian saya telepon berdering.Tentu saja."Rhys's FaceTiming saya di 8:00 pada Senin pagi?" Saya bertanya dengan kerutan. Eli hanya mengangkat bahu dan saunters ke dalam lemari untuk berpakaian. "Rhys, saya tidak bisa bicara sekarang.""Hanya memberikan sepuluh," ia menjawab, dan saya dapat memberitahu hanya dengan melihat kepadanya sesuatu sangat salah. "Apa itu?""Anda tidak menonton tadi malam di permainan?""Tidak," saya menjawab guiltily. "Maaf.""Saya terluka." Sarkasme tebal. "Saya pikir Anda menyaksikan setiap permainan." "Benar. Tentu saja saya lakukan. Apa salah?""Aku punya sakit." Dia menelan dan winces sebagai dia bergeser tempat duduknya. "Merobek saya manset rotator.""APA? Oh, Tuhan, Rhys — ""Aku baik-baik saja."Saya melihat ke matanya hijau, dan aku tahu dia berbohong. "Tidak, kau tidak."Dia mendesah dan mencubit jembatan hidungnya. "Aku akan perlu operasi. Aku keluar untuk musim.""Rhys."