Sam had thought that he was being stealthy, but he’d barely made it to the edge of the bed before there was a hand wrapping firmly around his wrist. “Good morni - ”
“Are you refusing the good or the - ”
“Nyet,” Darcy said firmly, starting to exert pressure on his wrist.
“Darcy, you can’t just - ”
“Nein.” She switched to shorter tugs instead of a continuous pull.
“I’m supposed to go ru - ”
She finally lifted her head from her pillow, fixing him with a sleepy glare. “What part of ‘no’ are you having trouble understanding? You were gone doing mission crap for a week, Sam. Today is my day. Tomorrow, too. Actually, I’ll just take the next week and we can call it even. For now.”
He raised a brow at her. “Do I get a say in this?”
“Of course you do,” she assured him. “You can either get up and go jogging with Steve, or hang out with me all day. I would just like to point out, before you make your decision, that today is a perfect day for naked cuddling.” She flipped the sheet down to flash her chest at him. “That was a preview.”
Sam sank back down on the bed. “Your argument is very persuasive. What’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“Well,” she said, using her hold on him as leverage to pull herself closer so she could tuck up along his side, “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but every day is perfect for naked cuddling.” Darcy tilted her face up and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, quietly confessing, “It doesn’t really matter what day it is, as long as I’m with you.”
“Assuming the world isn’t suddenly in peril, the rest of the week is yours,” Sam decided. He was sure that the look on his face was decidedly dopey, but luckily nobody was around to see it.
“I knew you’d see reason!”