Over the night I draped my body across his chest, burrowing my cheek into his pectorals and sliding a leg between his. Carefully, he moves my body adjacent to his and flicks off the offending noise. Through the haze of sleep, I mumble good morning to him as he whispers the same against my lips. “I’m going to get you a membership to my gym, so we can work out together,” he tells me.“No.” I draw out the word in a moan, then turn away from him and snuggle deeper into the blankets. He chuckles and I feel the weight of the bed redistribute as he leaves the room and heads into the bathroom.“Enchanting Edith, you wouldn’t have to wake up this early to exercise,” he tells me after I hear the telltale sounds of teeth brushing. He sounds oddly alert for—I crack one eye open—4:52 in the morning. My eyelids fall closed again.“Too early to be enchanting,” I grumble.A few moments later, Harris’ lips find my hair. “Text me when you’re really awake.” “Yes.”“I love you,”
