Someone out for his head again? He just wanted a hot dog.
He turns and looks up the scope, squinting his eyes before waving and pointing a finger gun back at him.
“Maybe you need to call me more often if you’re willing to get ahold of me in the floor of my apartment like this.”
His head tilts back as she pulls his hair, exposing his neck as his chin rises.
“Taking the lead? I love a woman who can kick my ass.”
@SplinteredShaft Between the couch and the coffee table, she can’t roll him. She knows that. He’s looped around her like a troublesome koala.
“If you told me Lucky likes to watch, I’d call ASPCA—“
She scoffs, her breaths a hair heavier as her hand tangles in his hair, creating her own grip.