EIGHT
“How is your hair so soft?” Ayden asks, running his fingers through it, semi-stroking my back because of its length. It’s lulling me to sleep, and I’ve decided that I’m never going to move ever again. I live here now.
“Excellent products. You’re exceptionally comfortable, by the way. You shouldn’t let me stay on you too long, I’d get too comfortable and then you’d have to stay here forever and ever.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I can hear his snicker. Ayden puts his hand to the back of my neck underneath my hair, warm and comforting.
“Nah, you’ve got to work, I’ve got to work, if only to keep us in food and good books.”
“I thought you liked your job?” Ayden asks, shifting underneath me so he can get more comfortable. His free arm comes to circle around my waist, holding me tigh
