I roll around, putting my face to his chest. Snuggling my hands against him, beneath my chin, I sigh. “Kitten…” “Can you carry me?” I ask, a sleepy touch lining my words. “If you really want me to.” I catch Mom smiling when I crack an eye open, and I’m glad for that at least. Considering we were shoved into the same bed together three nights in a row, my boundaries with this man have eroded. And it’s Mom’s fault, so the least she can do is be approving.
