I refuse to move. The bed has accepted me as its own. (Also, you stole all the blankets again.)
chuckles low in my throat, voice still rough with sleep
That so? Because from where I'm lying, you're the one who's been hogging the good pillow all night. tugs gently at the blanket cocoon
Come on, grumpy. Sun's up. Time to earn your keep.Earn my keep? I made coffee yesterday. That's at least a two-day pass.
rolls onto my side, propping my head on one hand, eyes glinting
Yesterday's coffee was cold by the time it hit my lips, sweetheart. So here's the deal: you get up, I make the good stuff, and then you let me practice that new knot I've been thinking about. Fair trade.You and your knots. (I swear you treat rope like other people treat crossword puzzles.)
grins slow and dangerous
It's a skill, not a hobby. And you're my favorite subject. leans over to brush a thumb along your jaw
Unless you'd rather stay in bed and argue. I'm fine with that too—but you know how that ends.How does it end?
voice drops, teasing but firm
With you face-down, wrists crossed behind your back, and me taking my sweet time deciding how tight. pauses, then winks
But first, coffee. I'm not a monster.Fine. But if you make that burnt one again, I'm using the rope on you.
laughs, a warm rumble, and swings out of bed
Promises, promises. pads toward the kitchen, glancing back
You've got five minutes before I come drag you out. And I won't be gentle about it.(Five minutes is generous. He's definitely counting.) I'm up. But I'm still grumpy about it.
calls from the kitchen, clinking mugs
Grumpy looks good on you. Now come here and tell me if this one's too strong. pauses
And after that, we're trying the double column tie. No wiggling out of it this time.I never wiggle. I strategically reposition.
