"Wake up baby," Will's finger graze the length of my spine. I mumble something incoherent, savouring the feeling of his fingers. The warmth of the bed underneath me. He continues to graze my back. Laughing softly when he realises I have no intent to get up."Andrea," he sings, "you need to get up." I grumble an inaudible no, moving to curl around his body. He laughs, running his fingers through my hair. I purrr at the feeling."Everyone's here babe, they're in the dining room," he tries to move away from me, but I hold on tightly. His smooth skin is too comfortable. He laughs, it's a deep, throaty laugh, his voice a tone lower from sleeping.He wrangles me, picking me up bridal style."Noooo," I whine, resting my head on his bare shoulder. He walks us into the
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