I wake up the next morning, wrapped up in Dominik's arms. I blink wearily against the headache and try to sit up. Dominik grumbles and holds me down, burying his face into my hair. I smile, enjoying his warmth, and wrap one leg around his.
“It's morning," I whisper into his ear.
He sighs, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. “I do not want to get up," he mumbles.
“You're not hungry?" I ask.
As if in response, a low rumbling noise comes from his stomach. He groans while I giggle. Releasing me, he sits up, holding his head and rubbing his eyes. “My head is pounding," he says grumpily.
“Mine too," I say. I hug him around the shoulders, resting my head in the crook of his neck. “We'll have something easy for breakfast. No need to go hunting."
“No," he says, swinging his feet over the sid
