“Go back to sleep,” Aric whispered, shifting me so I was more comfortably cuddled into his side, my head on his shoulder. “I’m hungry,” I repeated. “It’s still dark out,” Aric tried to silence me again. “It’s ten in the morning.” “We had a late night.” “That’s why I’m hungry.” Aric blew out a frustrated sigh. “You’re not going to let me go back to sleep, are you?” “No.” “Fine,” said Aric, throwing the covers off the two of us and exposing my skin to the cold morning air of Michigan’s winter. “Why is it so cold in here?” I grumbled, burrowing into his side for warmth. “Oh, no, none of that, “Aric laughed, shifting away from me and climbing out of bed. “When I wanted to snuggle, you were hungry.