Aaron’s eyes snapped open sharply, his brows furrowed in irritation. At first, he thought the constant tugging on the duvet was part of a dream—but no, it wasn’t. The movements were real and persistent. Raina was at it again, pulling the blanket to her side like it was a competition she needed to win in her sleep. The once neatly laid bed now looked like a battlefield.
He groaned softly, shifting slightly to glance at the clock on the nightstand. 7:00 a.m.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself with a tired sigh. His gaze moved toward the other side of the bed where Raina lay, curled up like a cat, completely unaware of the chaos she was causing. She shifted again, turning over and flinging her leg across his. The pillow barrier they had carefully placed between them last night was long gone—
