our love of life and tension

When Hazel put the bottle down and leaned into him, he was very careful. Placing a paw against her lightly. As if afraid that holding her too tightly would cause her to squirm away. To turn away from him as she had after their… kiss. Because yeah, they had kissed, hadn’t they? He scrunched up his nose and looked down at her in confusion. “Mad?” He asked, a little bit confused. “I thought you were… maybe.. I don’t know. Ashamed or something” He said.

This was far too awkward. He wanted to shuffle his weight, but decided not to. He didn’t want to jostle Hazel, who was leaning against him. He could feel her breath stirring his coat. In fact, he didn’t think he had ever been more aware of her in that moment than he ever had in his life.


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