Chapter Twenty-Seven
I woke up feeling very comfortable and warm, still half hugging Leonel. I would never admit out loud but, since I was born, I got too used to sleeping with my brother, and usually had insomnia if I did not had someone to hug to sleep. Yeah, yeah, I’m such a softy inside. Without opening my eyes, however, I can feel some movement around. Slowly clearing up my mind from the sleepiness I finally can discern what it is. It is Leonel and he, and he is … touching my paw? I had covered his body with it, so it was right in front of him. One of his hands felt my paw up, massaging my black pads, passing from the big U curved one to the small ones on my fingers, tracing the ledge of my talons and tickling the fur around it, carefully drawing its shape back and forth, as if trying to fix the form
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