Well, when you put it like that I'm even less inclined. [She lets out a dry little laugh, and simply scratches Nike's fur where her hand is already resting, holding her small little puppy butt from sliding off her chest.
But, coincidentally, she has two hands.
And, coincidentally, as she looks back up at the sky, she brings her free hand up above her head too, because his stance looks comfortable enough to try it. And if her fingertips brush against his oh so lightly, well. It's the city of intimate contact, right? (And she's starved for it.)]
action;
But, coincidentally, she has two hands.
And, coincidentally, as she looks back up at the sky, she brings her free hand up above her head too, because his stance looks comfortable enough to try it. And if her fingertips brush against his oh so lightly, well. It's the city of intimate contact, right? (And she's starved for it.)]