Chapter Five: MorningWhen he wakes, a part of him expects all of yesterday to be a vivid dream and nothing more. It becomes clear that it's not because she's sprawled up on top of him, so sweet and soft still, nuzzling up to him like an affectionate little cub.
They're sticky with sweat and come and he is a little annoyed at himself for not having the foresight to clean her up. He shifts her carefully so that she's no longer laying on top of him so she doesn't fall off even though she's all sweet and soft and still groggy from sleep. She whines, unhappy to be moved at all, but he knows she'll be more upset if she wakes up with come sticking to her skin. His pampered pup hated being dirty.
"No," she mumbles, frowning without opening her eyes.
She's such a small thing, barely weighing any
