“Aiden.” “Hmm.” “Do you keep food in the fourth drawer for me?” A hint of a smile touches my lips. “If I say no?” “I won’t believe you.” “Why ask if you’re not going to believe what I say?” “Such a pain in the butt,” she murmurs sleepily, pressing her head further into my palm like a kitten begging for affection. My smile blossoms, but I just continue stroking her hair, silky against my fingertips. We stay like that until she falls asleep.
