“When are you planning on waking up,” he whispered into my ear, his warm chest a huge mass against my back, his arm tight around my waist.
“Can’t I just stay in bed with you for the day,” I asked, grabbing his hand and bringing it to my lips as I left a kiss to the palm and then intertwined our fingers.
“I have a few people I’d like you to meet,” his words reminding me of the guests in the house.
I sighed, wishing I could live in this moment forever, this blissful state of comfort, love, and protection.
He kissed my shoulder, “Come on, Princess. Let’s go get ready for the day and we’ll have some breakfast. You can’t tell me you aren’t hungry.”
As if right on cue my stomach let out the loudest growl I’d ever heard.
“See,” he teased, “I told you.”
I sighed again, “Fine.”
I heard him
