[Meredith].
~One Day Later~
I woke to soft, insistent lips everywhere—and unapologetically thorough.
"Draven," I groaned, turning my face away as his mouth traced my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my lips. "It's still night."
"That's the point," he murmured against my skin with a warm and smug voice. "Wake up."
I tried to roll away, but his arm slid over me, heavy and sure, pinning me back to the mattress.
He hovered above me, all heat and familiar weight, his breath fanning my face as he pressed another kiss to my forehead—slower this time, but more deliberately sweet.
"We are going for a run," he said. "An early one."
I cracked one eye open. The room was still wrapped in darkness, the kind that made you want to burrow deeper under the covers and forget the world existed.
"You're cruel," I muttered, even as my lips betrayed me by curving into a smile.
His mouth found mine again, brief and teasing. "You love me."
