The bed was so damn warm, blankets cocooning you in a way that made it almost impossible to move..not that you wanted to. Your only thought was coffee—steaming hot, rich, dark—was the only thing that could pry you out of the comfort of your sheets. It was like the nectar of the gods, and you needed it.

You groggily shoved the blankets off and swung your legs over the side of the bed, then, just as you passed the living room a voice stops you in your tracks.

“Ah ah ah,” Rowen said, his tone light but firm, his body already in the middle of a slow, fluid yoga session.

With a fluid motion, he transitioned into another stretch, glancing over at you with a small smile. “I made you a kale smoothie instead.”