Yes, we slept in the fort. All night. And yes, she did exactly what she promised before we even zipped ourselves in for the night. Don't look at me like that—I'm not going to sit here and pretend I didn't want it. I did. Of course I did.
But that was last night.
This morning was different.
I woke up to warmth pressed against me, the faint tickle of her hair brushing my jaw, and then—before my mind even caught up—a kiss. Not a light brush, not something quick and teasing, but a deep, heavy kiss that dragged me awake with a groan.
Her lips were curved into a smile against mine when I finally opened my eyes. She was glowing. Way too bright for this hour.
"Morning, husband," she whispered, way too pleased with herself. "You look tired."
I blinked at her, voice rough with sleep. "I am tired."
Her smirk widened. "I wonder why."
The memory of last night flickered through my head, and I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. She giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world.
