For the first time in the last few days, Kenzi woke up feeling somewhat normal. Well, as normal as you can get with a six foot three fae wolf shifter half lying on top of her. Dyson's arm was thrown protectively across her shoulders from where she was lying on her stomach and it reached all the way across the bed, pinning her down. His leg was planted firmed in between both of hers and his head was buried in her hair. He radiated warmth and Kenzi couldn't move. First world problems.
Slowly she started to squirm out of Dyson's dog pile like embrace, but he just held on tighter. "This is why dogs sleep at the foot of the bed" Kenzi grumbled to herself. She spent the next five minutes squirming and wiggling free of all limbs Dyson, fully intent on heading back to the club house.
Her fever had broken and she could walk more than six steps without vomiting, which in her book checked out as flu-free and a-okay to celebrate, viva la vodka style. Plus three days without eyeliner was a personal form of hell that she was beyond eager to get out of, and not to mention she was a little bit more than relieved to jump off D-man's get well band wagon. Sure, it was nice being taken care of, but after spending most of her days on the streets watching her own back, it felt more weird than good. She was too used to counting on no one but herself, and letting her guard down even for the time being raised more red flags than she would ever let on.
Deep down Kenzi knew he was just acting like this because he cared about her, or rather he cared about Bo and she mattered to her. Whatever his reasons, Kenzi was more than happy when she quietly slipped out of the door, shutting it silently behind her, feeling better than she had in a long time.