Chapter 5Henry woke disoriented and relaxed to his core. He was warm and comfortable, and surrounded by the loveliest scent. His eyelids felt heavy when he tried to lift them, and when he shifted a little, he felt an unfamiliar warmth beneath him.
“Gere?” It came out thin and tired, almost a whine. A delighted hum and clicking greeted him in response and he was lifted ever so slightly, the mothman moving him into a semi-upright position, though he still remained cradled in Gere’s lap.
What limited light had fallen through the cracks in the blinds had faded and Henry knew it had to be late; he felt it. That had to have been a solid eight hours of sleep, something he almost never managed and forever craved. His body didn’t hurt at all, the way it usually did because for the life of him he
