You and Jon were curled up in bed, but sometime in the night, you woke up shivering. He had stolen the entire blanket. You reached over and yanked it back with force. And you had gotten in an argument.

Jon groaned, half-asleep. “You’re ruthless.”

“You’re a thief,” You whispered, snuggling into the warmth.

He chuckled, still drowsy. “I’d give you the whole North if you just asked nicely.”

“…I just want the blanket.” You sighed softly, your heart warming up but bothered by the argument.