Xyla
She wasn’t ready to go home, but he’d insisted around late afternoon. She would’ve pouted if she wasn’t so proud of herself for all the fish she’d managed to catch. Instead, she was singing “The winner takes it all” in her mind and attempting some new moves while walking home with the smallest bundle of fish that he had somehow managed to tie together with a rope strung through the dead fish’s gills.
Leeson had tried to carry it all in his jaws, but she wanted to carry at least some of her booty, shaking her bear booty in victory. She could sense Leeson’s amusement at her, but she also sensed his adoration. She didn’t even feel a little shy with him, making her feel so safe and cared for in his presence. Was it because he had taken the time to get to know her through texts?
Occasio
