Aaron’s eyes snapped open sharply, his brows furrowed in irritation. At first, he thought the constant tugging on the duvet was part of a dream—but no, it wasn’t. The movements were real and persistent. Raina was at it again, pulling the blanket to her side like it was a competition she needed to win in her sleep. The once neatly laid bed now looked like a battlefield.

He groaned softly, shifting slightly to glance at the clock on the nightstand. 7:00 a.m.

“Perfect,” he muttered ...