Cozy Copilots

She squeezed herself into the cockpit.

“Sorry, it’s a one-pilot starfighter,” Porgins said.

“Neither of us are skinny,” Anra said, no demure in her grin as she sat on his lap. “It’ll be a tight flight.”

He laughed. “Good thing it’s a third date?”

“Oh yeah.”


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