She was surprised to discover, when she woke the next morning to dawnlight coming in the windows, just how well she had slept. They had drifted apart somewhat during the night, but she snuggled close to Isaac again and whispered, “Wake, my knight.”
By the time morning rolled around and the sunlight had wriggled its way in to dance across the tangled bedsheets, Isaac could be found sprawled out on his back, breathing deeply as he slept on. But feeling a body shift against his, he was immediately on the alert, eyes flying open before he cast Summer a sleepy little smile. “Good morning.”
She smiled back at him, heart overflowing with love. “You must get up,” she told him, though, refusing to indulge herself. Setting a good example, she sat up, pulling the blankets off him before climbing across to get out of the bed.