“I’m a terrible patient.”
“I don’t mind complaining.”
“Oh, no. I don’t complain. I could be on my deathbed and still trying to do all the things.”
“Wanna bet I can convince you to stay in bed?”
“This is a nice bed,” I admitted. “The guest bed is decent. But this one is the right mix of soft and firm.”
“You’ll be really amazed if you actually sleep in it.”
“Is that a nice way to tell me to shut up and go to sleep?” I asked, my lips curving up.
“I have to be up in five hours.”
“Sleep in for once.”
“I can’t.”
“You don’t have to work outeveryday.”
“I was thinking about a different kind of workout,” he said, arms tightening around me.
“Well, then. I’ll try to sleep then.”
I didn’t.
Even as I felt his breathing go deep and slow, as his body went slack and I knew he had passed out.
I just stayed there in his arms, wide awake, taking in the feel of him, sinking into his warmth, listening to his heartbeat.
Until I saw the clock inch closer to his wakeup time.
Then, well, I decided to wake him up in a much more pleasant way than an alarm clock.
A low rumble in his chest was the first sign that he was waking up as my lips kissed across his warm skin.
His fingers flexed on my hip.
I leaned forward, pushing him flat, then kissing down his chest, stomach, lower.
Then, well, Harrison got a whole different kind of morning workout.
“That’s one hell of a way to wake up,” he decided, breathless, afterward, smiling up at the ceiling. “How long have you been up?”
I let out a big yawn.
“I haven’t been to sleep yet.”
That got a small chuckle out of him.
“Guess I can’t ask you to meet me at the office to go out for lunch today then.”
“I’m sure I can drag myself out of bed by noon. I have nothing else to do today.”
“Sure you do,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheek. “You need to move your things in here.”
“Yeah?” I asked, sitting up to watch the view as he got off the bed. “Still no regrets?”
