Rowena POV
I wake up from a restful sleep with my arms and legs tangled around Tristan. He is still sound asleep. Soft snores leave his lips. While he is sleeping, I take the opportunity to study his beautiful face.
I brush his dark hair out of his face and trace my fingers down the side of his chiseled face. Tristan moans in his sleep and pulls me closer to him. He rubs the stubble on his chin against my neck as he nuzzles close to me. It tickles, and I have to stifle the laughter bubbling in my chest.
Pushing against his chest, I try to get out of his hold. A low growl rumbles in Tristan's chest, and he tightens his grasp around my waist.
"Tristan," I hiss at him. "Let me go."
"No," Tristan grumbles in his sleep.
"I have to pee," I whine.
Tristan loosens his arms from around me, and I wiggle out of his arms.
As I climb out of the bed, I look back at Tristan, and there is a pout on his full lips.