Nefretiri
"Don't," Ivan murmurs, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into the bed. "Stay here."
"I'm just getting some water," I giggle softly, enjoying how he nuzzles into my neck. "I'll be right back."
Ivan growls in annoyance, holding me tightly.
"Remind me to get us a fridge," he kisses on my shoulder.
"I don't think having a fridge up here is a good idea," I laugh, stroking his cheek. "Or we really won't leave ever again."
"You act like that's a bad thing," Ivan chuckles. "We are definitely getting a mini fridge in our room when the house is finished."
"And what about your daughter?" I look up at his face. It's dark in the room, the only light coming from an alarm clock on the nightstand and the moonlight outside. "Who's going to take care of her if we're in here for the rest of our lives?"
