“Hal,” she sighed, tugging the pillow that he’d pulled over the top of his head away from him. He made a muffled sound of dissatisfaction when it was taken from him and immediately made a blind reach for the other one that was still in arm’s length of him. He quickly pulled it to him and the messy head of brown hair that she’d been staring at disappeared underneath the silver colored cushion.
She grabbed that one from him as well and tossed it down with the other one that she’d taken from him. He made the same grumbling sound once more limply let his arms flop down onto the mattress. Shaking her head at him, Laira poked at his exposed side with her fingers and bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling when he jerked away from the prodding.
“You must get up,” she told him, letting one of her knees settle on the mattress next to him before swinging her other leg over him so that she was seated on his back. “Do not make me drag you.”
He laughed at her threat, the action lightly jostling her. His head turned to the side from where it had been face down so that he was staring back at her. “The only thing you’re making me want to do, Princess, is stay right where I am.”
“I am not explaining to my mother why there is a half naked human male in my bed.”
“Straddling a half naked man in your bed is a better alternative to explain?”
“I’m just saying,” he laughed as he began to turn, grabbing hold of her arm to keep from throwing her completely from her seat. “Seems like this would be the more awkward thing to explain.”
“Remove yourself from my bed and there will be nothing to explain.”
He gave her a grin and lightly squeezed her hips, “Gotta get off me first, Princess.” She gave him a look he wasn’t quite sure what to make of and then dug her fingers into both of his sides, making him yelp and squirm in return.
“You are incredibly lucky that I am so fond of you.”