KIERA
“Kiera, you got to get up. We’re late.” Blake whispered into my hair the next morning.
“Noooo,” I groaned as I burrowed deeper into the blankets that I had cocooned myself in.
“Nope. Not today.” Blake exclaimed. I listened closely to his footsteps that now traveled along the side of the bed and had stopped at the foot of the bed. Before I could piece together his plan, Blake ripped the blankets off of me and deposited them onto the floor at his feet.
I smirked challengingly, “Two can play this game, dear.” I told him as two of my fingers flew into the air, lifting the pile of blankets. Laughter rumbled through my body as I watched Blake try and fail repeatedly to reach the bedding before I had moved them out of his reach. After a couple of failed attempts, Blake surprise-attack
