REBECCA
The alarm rang way before I was ready to.
“Noooo …” I groaned, snuggling closer into Reiner’s arms. I didn’t want to hear that noise, I didn’t want to get out of bed and into the cold world, and I had no desire to go train.
I wanted to stay in bed, possibly with my mate, and just rot in there. All day long.
“Babe … babe, snooze it,” Reiner huffed. “I’m awake, you can snooze it”.
“It’s cold …”
To snooze my phone, I’d have to get an arm out of the warm cocoon of blankets and Reiner I was so happily enclosed in: that did not seem an appealing alternative.
“Come on, we decided you’d take care of it …”
I only found the strength to groan – and, eventually, with a huff, he leaned out of the covers and snoozed it himself.
I smiled when I felt his lips landing on my forehead
