“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I teased, turning to face him. His hair was even more disheveled, and a little annoyed crease appeared on his brow as he stubbornly kept his eyes closed. It was surprisingly adorable. “I was comfortable,” he grumbled, burying his face into the pillow and tucking me closer to him. I laughed. Morning Leo was so grumpy. And affectionate. I couldn’t resist—I brushed my hand through his hair, relishing the last few moments in this strange but peaceful bubble we’d created before real life burst through.
