I woke as Lucian tried to sneak out of bed.
And that was not happening. He was warm. I was sleepy.
No way.
I rolled over, doing my best impression of a needy, grabby octopus. Would it be easier to keep him in bed if I had eight limbs and those cool little suction things?
Probably, but I managed anyway, wrapping my hands around one big bicep and flinging a leg over his.
Lucian stilled, halfway out of the bed and halfway underneath me.
"I have to go deal with Jace," he said, voice strained. "C'mon, Landon, let me up. I'll make coffee."
"Warm," I mumbled, and tugged on his arm. He wasn't going anywhere.
The gap he'd made in my cocoon of blankets was letting in freezing-cold air, and it needed to be fixed, stat.
Everywhere my skin touched his, comfort and heat and coziness seeped into me. "Coffee later. Come back."
