The Dragon's Stone
I can feel his smile against me as he responds, “But this pillow I have is so comfortable.”
Letting out a laugh, I tell him, “I’m not your pillow.”
Taran lightly touches my back by twitching his fingers, “This is a body pillow, is it not?” Again, I hear the playfulness in his voice.
Giggling, I say, “No, I’m not.”
“Hmm, I’m not convinced. I’m using your body as I would a pillow. It makes perfect sense to me.”
I begin running my fingers back through his hair. Then, rolling my eyes, I say, “Yes, Prince of Fire.”
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