In the morning, Hunter was holding me tight and snoring slightly. It was warm in bed with him, and I did not want to get up. The sun was shining slightly through his windows and had not yet reached our face. In about an hour, it would have. I began to wiggle and squirm, but Hunter pulled me back into him tight.
“Where are you going,” he groaned.
“Shower?”
“You do not sound very confident,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Well, I have been worried about Jax, Aeson, and the kids. I do not just want to sit in bed all day.”
“Just a little longer,” he said.
“You are missing a golden opportunity, Hunter,” I said, laughing.
“What do you mean,” he asked, sitting up.
“I am telling you we can either stay in bed or get in the shower with me.” Hunter’s smile grew. He got out of bed, p
