(Asher’s POV)

Asher jolted awake by four little paws stamping across his bare chest, tiny claws prickling into his exposed skin.

“Meow!”  Pirate complained and Asher winced, curling up a bit, groping blindly for the black kitten, eyes puffy and sleep-filled.

“Pirate not so loud…Ugh…my head.” The fit, tan surfer woke up feeling like he had crawled into a hole, died, and zombified back to life as the ...