“I’m warm and comfortable right now, so try to not freak when I remind you that you live here now.” I roll my eyes. “God, you’re annoying in the morning.” He grins. “Just the morning?” With the hand I have draped across his waist, I grip the blankets, then yank them back in one quick motion. The movement snaps them to my side of the bed, exposing all of King’s previously covered skin to the air-conditioned air. I almost laugh at the yelp he lets out, but as I try to scoot away, he rolls on top of me.

