MISSY
I hadn’t even opened my eyes, and I knew Maddox was awake. “Stop staring at me,” I grumbled at him. He was a morning person; some mornings, I just couldn’t do it.
“That is not going to happen,” he said. I wiggled down into the blanket further, hiding my face from him. “You can’t hide. I’m already stronger,” he reminded me.
I snorted under the blanket. He was supposed to get stronger, but I had yet to see any proof of that. I rolled onto my back, keeping myself cocooned in the blanket. Maddox shifted on the bed, and then his weight was on top of me; he had me pinned beneath him.
“What are you-” I started to say.
“Do you need a demonstration?” he asked. His voice started to get husky, and I was immediately too hot for the blanket. I tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he must
