AARÓN CONNOR

OREGÓN-PORTLAND.

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“I’m sleepy,” she whispers as she leans her head on my shoulder, her voice light and warm, like a quiet confession.

I glance at the stack of plates waiting in the sink, then back at her—how she’s trying to get out of the cleanup is almost too obvious. It makes me chuckle softly.

“Go on, you little trickster,” I murmur, wrapping an arm around her slender frame. “I’ll finish up here. I’m almost done anyway.”

She nods, a small smile on her lips,