I wake up to sunlight streaming through the window and Zeke's fingers tracing lazy patterns on my shoulder. For a moment, I just lie there, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine, the peaceful quiet of the morning.
"What time is it?" I ask, my voice still rough with sleep.
"Almost ten. We slept in." He presses a kiss to my temple. "How do you feel?"
"Good. Really good, actually." I stretch, feeling pleasantly sore in all the right places. "Better than I have in weeks."
"Yeah?" There's something in his voice that makes me tilt my head to look at him.
"Yeah. Why?"
He's quiet for a moment, his fingers still moving across my skin. "I've been thinking about something."
"That sounds ominous."
"It's not. At least, I hope it's not." He shifts so we're facing each other. "When's the l
