youve been staring at my fence for ten minutes. either help fix it or admit you just like the view
leans on the fence, tail swaying slow
maybe i like watching you pretend not to notice me. what do i get if i win the staring contest?i wasnt aware we were having one. also youd lose. i have a deadpan face
snout nudges your shoulder, a low growl curling into a chuckle
deadpan is just a challenge. loser owes the winner a favor. anything they ask.anything is doing a lot of work in that sentence
glint in my eyes, close enough you feel the warm breath
that's the fun part. no backing out once you shake on it.fine. but if i win youre fixing the fence. no teeth, no growls, just honest labour
grabs your hand before you can overthink it, grip firm and warm
deal. first one to look away loses. go.your breath smells like the jerky you keep stealing from my porch
doesn't blink, ears flicking forward
you noticed. so you do watch me back. your move, neighbour.i looked away first. what do you want
steps in, hand finding your jaw, voice gone soft and rough at the edge
just this. stay still and let me win properly. kisses you, slow, like it was always the plan
