*Soren*
As Mila hurried off, I tilted my head and watched her backside as she went. I had no intention of following her but I wasn't above enjoying the way she looked as she left.
She was so… cute. I couldn't think of a better way to describe it. She tried to be feisty and fierce, which I admired, but instead, it was like getting nipped at by an overly zealous puppy.
I had a puppy once. We'd play together and the more rambunctious I got, the more worked up he got. He'd start yipping and nip at me with his sharp little puppy teeth.
If he did nip at me, I'd yelp, purposefully, and it would startle him. He'd shy away and get really sad. Then he'd try to lick me to make me feel better.
That's what Mila had done last night, though her form of making me feel better went far beyond playf
