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Kyra ran her fingers over Slade’s short hair and held him to her chest. He’d barely had time to collapse on top of her before he was asleep. She thought he was joking at first, but he was out.
She loved the feel of his weight on top of her. Knowing he trusted her enough to pass out.
Howler whimpered above her head. Kyra reached up and found his head, thanks to his attempt to inhale her hand. She scratched under his chin and rubbed his belly. Howler settled down, and it wasn’t long before his breathing evened out and he fell asleep, too.
Kyra laid there, wondering what they did that wore them out so much. She looked down at Slade and itched to draw a picture of him. He looked so peaceful, his head resting on her breast, his hand under his chin. She could picture a little boy that loo
