‘Muffin why are men so hard to figure out?’ She held the little fur ball close under the duvet watching his large brown eyes. He watched her carefully giving no hint to the inner workings of the male mind.
‘It’s the worst kind of torture for a woman.’ She explained sulkily, his little face listening intently. ‘If you want to inflict pain and suffering on a future girlfriend Muffin, may I suggest leaving her in great doubt to how you feel about her.’ She sighed, pulling his little face close and reveling in the warm licks he spread across her nose enthusiastically as though sensing she needed them.
‘Kiss her passionately, like she’s your absolute world, in a way that will ruin her for any other man and then give her the cold shoulder. Like dangling a worm on a hook. The result is a pretty
