As the sunlight danced through the master bedroom and fell on Balgair’s face, warming his skin, he yawned and stretched his left arm over his head.
His right arm was trapped at his side by the sleeping blonde umhail, who had wrapped her arms around it and was holding that arm between her breasts.
Moving his neck from side to side, Balgair yawned again before looking down at his sleeping beauty. “Mo te elainn, it’s time to get up.” He attempted to free his arm from her grip.
“I don’t want to,” Heather sleepily murmured. “Let me sleep.”
I can’t blame her for wanting to sleep in. She finally got what she wanted, and I’m sure they heard her at the other end of the house. Leaning down, he brushed her hair away from her forehead with his left hand and kissed her forehead. “We can’t sleep all day.”
“Noooo, can’t make me,” the tone in her voice changed, turning from sleepy to mischievous.
“I can’t?” Balgair decided to play along.
“Nope,” she murmured, stretching the leg thrown over his b…
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