Nights Aren't for Sleeping

Tejeda opened his eyes to gaze upon Shayla’s back. Her black hair sprawled all over the place. And soon, he found the reason he awoke. A grunting came from her direction at a steady interval. He prodded her in the ribs to stop her snoring.

He grinned as he realized his efforts had had no effect. In an instant, his hand found its way to her lovely hair, and he began caressing it mindlessly. He had been feeling a little groggy since the last body shift. Too much alcohol combined with the Zondarian DNA.

“Why are you doing that? Does she have something stuck in her hair?”

C1313’s voice startled him, and he jumped on his feet, forgetting about the cave’s low ceiling and his mighty horns. A loud thud followed his robust head ornaments protruding the hardened sand above him.