Bella made a noise of disapproval as he rolled over and quickly followed suit, curling up under his arm with her head resting on his chest. "I'd list the other things going for you, but I don't think I ought to feed your ego anymore today," she retorted, a hand traveling across the planes of his chest.

"But speaking of feeding," she said, angling her head so she could see his face, "I fully plan on raiding your pantry in search of food. I stormed out this morning without touching breakfast," she admitted, sitting up with the covers tucked under her arms. "Would you like something?"

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