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Pyunma batted Jet’s hand away from his stomach. “Stop that.”

“Nah.” Jet stretched – and Pyunma might have watched him a little too intently, letting languid movement replace months of stillness in his memory – and resettled with his hand on Pyunma’s chest, fingers tracing the scales there.

“I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be the clingy one right now.”

That earned a tired snort and a leg thrown across his thighs. “‘m not clingy.”

“Uh huh.” He pressed his face into Jet’s hair, hiding his smile as Jet grumbled. “If you want to get some sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”

The fingers on his chest froze for a split second before Jet curled his arm over Pyunma’s chest and held tight. “Damn right.”

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