My eyelids fluttered open as my body made its need to relieve itself an annoyance I could no longer sublimate. I glared at the ceiling. Cursed my body for needing to pee and interrupt one of the best nights of sleep I'd had in ages.
Ryker came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. A gray towel was hooked at his hips as stray beads of water slid down the ladder of his abs. A different part of my body woke up, chased away the urgency to pee.
"Good morning, hero," I said, my voice froggy.
He smiled. "Sweet f**k. That's it. We're getting married as soon as possible. One, I need to wake up to you every. Single. Morning. And two, Momma threatened me."
I chuckled. "As long as Momma's threats are number two."
He leaned down, caged my head between his hands. "Momma's threats aren't even
