I frowned as the dream started to fade. I wanted to cling to it because I knew as soon as I woke up fully, I wouldn’t be able to remember it. It was important, more like a memory than an actual dream.

The mattress at my back dipped and the sheets tugged a little lower over my shoulders.

Moaning, I gripped it and pulled it up to my chin again.

There was a low chuckle from in front of me.

“You’re not a morning person, are you?” Nate muttered.

I sighed as I ...