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“Wake up, sleepyhead.” I groan, burying my face deeper into Kayden’s neck. “Five more minutes.” A soft chuckle rumbles through his chest, the sound floods my ears and ripples through me. “As much as I love watching your sleepy face, your cousin will be here any minute.” I groan harder, tightening my arms around his shoulders. It’s not like I meant to take a nap or anything, but it’s the weekend, and I haven’t seen much of him this week because he’s been busy with work. And by "much," I mean I’ve only been seeing him in the evenings, which is far from enough in my book. Anyway, he was sitting on the sofa, going through his tablet, and I kind of climbed into his lap like a koala, wrapping myself around him, my head resting on his shoulder. I’d meant to recharge for a bit—just a moment of peace—but then I fell asleep. And he let me. I love how he always lets me attach myself to him whenever and however I please. He doesn’t even flinch when I jump on him out of nowhere or hug him from behi