Chapter 59

"Good morning, sleepy head," Bastian purred.

Twyla grumbled and burrowed deeper into his chest. He chuckled and she felt the vibrations all the way to her toes. She sighed, comforted by the deep rumblings. 

"Nooo. Don't go back to sleep," Bastion refused. He pulled her arms gently off his body. Her fingers clawed at his hard muscles, trying to hold on to a few more minutes of sleep.

"We have training today," Bastian chuckled. 

"I'm still injured," she complained, still putting up a fight. 

"We'll do lots of stretches," he compromised. He had unfolded her onto his lap and she pouted at him. He laughed. "Nice try but no."

Twyla tried another tactic. He had taken her to his bed and much to her disappointment made sure she went straight to sleep. He had to be as excitable as she was now.

"What are you thinking, Twyla?" he asked, suspiciously.

She moved her hips forward until she felt the hard-