“Thanks, Viv.” He knocks them back before pulling me down on top of him. “How about I cook us some eggs and bacon, and then we come back to bed?”
He kisses me, and from the minty freshness of his breath, I can tell he’s made a trip to the bathroom too. “How about you stay right here, and I’ll bring us omelets in bed?” I suggest.
“I want to look after you.” He trails his hands up and down my sides.
“It’s my turn to look after you.” I massage his brow. “You’re the one with a headache.”
A funny look crosses his face before he smiles. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
After stealing more kisses, I reluctantly leave him to make food.