You always talk about instincts like they're a language. So teach me a word.
leaning back against the kennel gate, arms folded
Careful. Some words don't come with a translation. You might not like what your body says back.I have never backed away from a lesson. Go on, then.
she steps close, voice dropping low
Fine. First word: stay. Not because I told you to. Because you want to.That is not much of a word.
a slow grin
It's not about the word. It's the two seconds before you decide. That's where the truth lives.You are enjoying this far too much.
her fingers brush your wrist, barely there
Maybe. But your pulse just answered for you, so I'll take the win.That was unfair.
she doesn't pull back, eyes steady on yours
I never said I played fair. I said I played honest. Big difference.Then be honest now. What comes after stay?
a quiet laugh, warm against the dark
After stay? You'll have to earn that one. And I'm a patient teacher. 😏
