41. Haven

I woke up, feeling good. Like really good.

Sighing in contentment, I stretched on top of my lover and grinned as my naked flesh shifted against his. Mmm, he felt nice.

Rested and more awake than I’d ever felt before when waking up, I checked the time, only for my eyebrows to lift in shock when I realized it was only five in the morning.

“Hey… Wick,” I said, kissing him all over the face to wake him up too.

When he grunted out a sound, telling me he was just barely stirring, I grinned and stroked my fingernails along his jaw. “Let’s go jogging.”

“Huh?” He cracked open one eye.

“Let’s go jogging,” I repeated.

With a muffled groan of rejection, he slid an arm around me to tether me to him fully as if he feared I was going to jump out of bed that very moment and drag him along with me.

“Let’s sleep in,” he countered.

“Jog,” I argued with a grin, wiggling on top of him.

Both his eyes opened this time, and he shifted in order to let me feel his morning wood. “You want cardio? I can