[ Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as his insistence threatens to overwhelm her. Her lips drag against his, cracks catching and tearing apart. Her hold on him steady, she pushes back when he presses on her, arms closing like a vice in a bid to dissuade him from easing away again. She would kiss him relentlessly if he were talking sense.
Unfortunately, ] We can't go right now. You can't.
[ She points out with a consoling kiss to the corner of his mouth and a softly swollen smile. Her forehead rests against his, her chin dipped so she can indicate with her eyes the closest obstacle(s) in departing immediately: Rocky. And the seventeen other dogs under his care. They could take one with them, maybe two, but thirty-four? That's as many as four tens. ] What about all these fleabags?
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Unfortunately, ] We can't go right now. You can't.
[ She points out with a consoling kiss to the corner of his mouth and a softly swollen smile. Her forehead rests against his, her chin dipped so she can indicate with her eyes the closest obstacle(s) in departing immediately: Rocky. And the seventeen other dogs under his care. They could take one with them, maybe two, but thirty-four? That's as many as four tens. ] What about all these fleabags?