I grinned at her. The little husky on the floor, upside down, smiling a fluffy smile. She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don’t care much for kittens.
“My head hurt. My tongue was dry and had gravel on it. My throat was stiff and my jaw not untender. But I had worse mornings…”
Loki revs his choppers for the morning match.
And the shenannigans begin.
“Cupcake, I can make plenty o’ trouble, afterall that’s my line of work.”
“I don’t go for that magoo.”
“I like smooth, shiny guys, hard-boiled and loaded with sin.”
Her kiss was as slippery as a day-old rawhide.
“All guys are the same,” she purred.
“So are all dames, after the first bite.”