TYSON
For Valentine’s Day, I went classic.
A bouquet of red roses.
Well… mostly classic.
Gigi had been camped out in my office all week, using my desk as her personal study space. She and Terri had caught some human illness called COVID. At least, that’s what the doctor’s note from the pack hospital claimed so they could take classes remotely for the time being. Gigi had tried explaining it to me, something about crown shapes, face masks, and quarantines, but honestly? I’d tuned out somewhere around respiratory droplets.
Because she hadn’t been wearing a bra under a tank top so skimpy it might as well have been see-through. The deep-cut neckline barely managed to contain the perfect swell of her t**s, and if anyone else had been in the room, they’d have known the exact shade of pink h
