Jacob knew before he even opened his eyes that morning that it was going to be another bad scene.  He'd been half awake, savoring the feel of her in his arms, wondering about his chance for some cuddling; maybe even another round of hot yummy sex to get the day started off right. He'd sensed the exact moment when she woke, figured out where she was, and went as rigid as a steel rail. Shit. He braced himself.  

Sure enough, she started her now familiar I don't want to be rude, but get the hell away from me  morning wiggle. He resigned himself and let go, even though her sweet...