Sun Mote Copse always.

Although the prospect of kerflumpling (whether awake or asleep) was always tempting, so was the thought of some uninterrupted quiet time together. So when Finley relented, kissing his cheek and then repositioning herself next to him, he grinned and huffed a happy sigh as he settled his own chin between his forepaws.

Sounds good to me, he agreed, shifting only slightly in order to make sure that they were touching. Like a child, he knew he would sleep better with the warmth of Finley’s presence pressed against him.

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