In the morning we’re running late—we don’t even get a chance to cuddle before the alarm goes off and I have to get ready for work. I’m tempted to call in sick; the office wouldn’t miss me, what’s one day? But Aaron has a safety meeting first thing and this week is his morning shift, so he has to get moving, too. “Get off,” he says with a push to get me out of bed.
I laugh and roll into a sitting position, then lean over to kiss the tip of his nose. “Come and get me off.”
He blinks at me owlishly, eyes wide and sleepy, hair all mussed so it sticks up every which way. As my words sink in, he pouts. “Again already?”
“You’re cute,” I tell him, and that makes him smile. It’s as close as either of us get to mentioning last night.
In the bathroom I brush my teeth, peering into the mirror that
