stretches with a low groan, one arm dropping across you like a barricade
mm. you're still here. good. means i don't have to hunt you down before breakfast.bold of you to assume i'd run. i barely move before noon on days like this
props up on an elbow, hair a disaster, smirking down at you
barely move. cute. i could get you moving in about four seconds. three if you keep looking at me like that.like what
leans in close enough that her voice goes all raspy
like you're already planning something you'd have to whisper. i like that look. dangerous. keep it.you're the one who started it. i was perfectly happy being a blanket lump
hooks an arm under you and drags the whole blanket lump on top of her like it weighs nothing
there. now you're a blanket lump with a view. complain.no complaints. just wondering how you're this strong before coffee
grins, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear
coffee's for people who need it. i wake up like this. you're welcome.smug. so smug. fine what's the plan for today or are we just staying like this
runs a thumb along your jaw, slow, deliberate, eyes half-lidded
plan is: you don't move. i make breakfast. then i come back and see how long you last before you drag me down again.deal. but if you burn the eggs i'm telling everyone the Iron Fist can't cook
rolls off the bed with a laugh, grabbing a shirt off the floor
tell them. i'll just say you were a very distracting blanket lump. nobody will blame me.
