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And definitely has my head spinning ten times faster.

I mean…what’s not to fucking love here?

His arm swung protectively around her?

The one hand palming her tit, blocking the world from seeing her nipple?

Their legs tangled together as if he’s worried, she’ll scurry away, and she’s afraid he’s going to let her?

He won’t.

Not just because I won’t, but because in spite of all the huffing and puffing and pretending he has no fucks to give for someone who metaphorically just drove off the back of a transport plane to crash into the jungles of our fairly uncomplicated lives, he cares.

Actually. Cares.

It’s why he asked about her during his longer towing stretch.

It’s why be brought home a whole chocolate pie for dessert instead of just a couple slices.

It’s why he let her use his shower and made sure she wrapped herself in his towel and insisted she could have one of his pillows for the night.

He wasn’t staking a claim to tell me to fuck off.

No.

He was simply showing me that if I really want her here, she’s welcomed.

If I fucking care, he’ll learn to care, too.

You know, funny thing is, Bunny calls him a mutt, but it’s more accurate than she realizes.

Yeah.

He barks.

And yeah.

He bites.

But he’s also protective as fuck.

Loyal as fuck.

And just wants to be rewarded with a fuck of appreciation.

In some cases…literally.

However, not directly from me.

Or I guess it’d be more accurate to say not directly from me yet.

That shit is coming.

I can feel it.

He can feel it.

And Bunny can fucking feel it considering how she keeps looking at us like that’s what she’s ultimately waiting for.

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