Chapter Sixty-Five
The next morning I awoke, laying on Tristan's chest, his arms around me like he was some kind of restraint I might try and escape without. I blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes and get them to focus.
Gingerly I shifted, trying not to wake Tristan just yet. I wasn't sure what time he came to bed, so I figured I would let him sleep a little longer. His arms loosened their grip just enough that I was able to slide down his body and slip out of his grip. I had just made it to the edge of the bed, thinking myself successful in not waking him, when his arms encompassed my waist, pulling me back to him.
"Where do you think you're going, Half-Pint?" His voice was still gruff with sleep.
"I was trying not to wake you yet, I was just going to use the bathroom and check in with Kami, get ready to leave for the shopping plaza." I giggled and looked back at him, craning my neck to kiss his jaw softly, "I was trying not to wake you just yet."