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Sliding a hand around the bedroom door frame as she came out of it, Nya yawned and moseyed up the hallway. Archer was in the kitchen with his back to her, wearing only his briefs.
Going to him, she stroked a hand down his forearm and pressed a kiss to each side of his spine as she went by into the corner where the counters met. “You let me sleep,” she said, raising herself on her hands to sit atop the counter.
“Wasn’t going to kick you out of bed,” he muttered, spreading mustard onto his ham sandwich. He put the bread lid on, then began to tidy things away, taking them back to the fridge. “You dropped out fast.”
“I haven’t slept well the past couple of nights,” she said. “Tag’s bed isn’t that comfortable and he hogs the blankets.”
Her smile died when he slammed the fridge and spun
