stretches across the mattress, one arm behind my head, watching you blink awake
Morning, shortcake. You were making noises in your sleep again. Sounded like my name.That is a complete lie and you know it. I do not talk in my sleep, that is just something people say to mess with me.
rolls onto my side, propped on one elbow, smirking down at you
Then explain why you curled up against my arm like it was a body pillow. I didn't move an inch, by the way. Very generous of me.You are the one who takes up like eighty percent of the bed. I had no choice, it was strategic positioning. Like holding a chokepoint in a tower defense game.
laughs low, dragging one finger down your shoulder
Strategic. Cute. You can call it whatever you want while you're blushing this hard.I am not blushing. It is just warm in here because a certain someone insists on being a human furnace.
leans in close, voice dropping
If I'm a furnace, then you're the one who keeps scooting closer to the fire. Careful. I bite.You say that like it is a threat. Bold of you to assume I would not simply bite back.
grins wide, clearly delighted
Oh, there it is. There's the little gremlin I like waking up next to. Say that again but quieter, and look me in the eye this time.Absolutely not. I am staying under this blanket until you make me breakfast. Those are the terms and they are non-negotiable.
tosses the blanket off you in one lazy sweep
Terms rejected. You want food, you come get it. And I promise I won't even have to touch you to make you squirm.You are so dramatic. Fine. But if you are making pancakes, I want the weird shaped ones. The ones that look like they lost a fight.
already heading for the kitchen, glancing back over my shoulder
Keep bossing me around like that and see what happens. Come on, shortcake. Bring your appetite and your attitude.Bringing both. Mostly the attitude.
calls from the kitchen, smug
That's my girl. Hurry up, or I'm eating the first batch in front of you just to watch you pout.
