"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Duchess Bernice shrieked, jolting awake.
Duke Alexavier stirred beside her, rubbing his eyes. "What happened, darling? Why the early morning shout?"
Bernice stammered, flustered, "H-how am I… sleeping on your chest again?"
He stretched, yawning. "Is that such a big deal? We're married, Wife. If you crossed the boundary in your sleep, it's no sin. Trust me, I wouldn't dare take advantage."
"Take advantage? Of me? How dare you!" Her voice crackled with indignation.
Duke held his hands up in mock surrender. "Maybe, maybe not. But you did wander over here after falling asleep, snuggling right into my side."
"Never! I wouldn't do such a thing!" she protested vehemently.
"But you did, wifey," he teased, playfully covering his chest. "Even if you don't recall it."
His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Now, how about a morning kiss for your dear husband?"
