Mikey
Something cold and wet bumped against my hand.
I frowned, still half asleep, pulling the blanket a little higher before it happened again.
This time I cracked open one eye.
Rocky stood beside the bed, staring at me like his entire morning depended on whether I got the message.
His tail gave one hopeful thump.
I glanced across the bed.
Macey was still sound asleep, curled onto her side with one hand tucked beneath her cheek. Her blonde hair was a complete mess, and sometime during the night she’d stolen nearly all the blanket. She was wearing one of my old Buccaneers T-shirts, and even in sleep she looked peaceful.
I smiled.
“You planning on sharing any of that blanket?” I whispered.
She mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “No.”
I chuckled under my breath.
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