Seven
Morning comes a lot sooner than it should be allowed to, but the sun warming my face is telling me it’s time to get up. I groan and stretch, eliciting a grumble from beneath me. Oh. I’m lying on top of Ràn and I may just have rammed my elbow into his chest. Sorry.
I scramble off him and the sofa we were both sleeping on. We’re still clothed - somehow, we never made it past that kiss. We cuddled on the sofa, enjoying each other’s warmth and closeness until we fell asleep.
Good morning, I tell Alis, but she doesn’t respond. She’s probably still asleep. Or doing whatever she does when she’s not talking to me. When we’re shifted, I can sleep while she is running, and the same is true the other way round.
“Morning,” Ràn says, his voice hoarse with sleep. “Sweet dreams?”
“If I told yo
