As she kissed his cheek, he leaned down and nipped behind her ear. “I will always try to catch you” He whispered while his muzzle still lingered there. He meant the words, as well. He would try, even if the vulnerability of doing so was frightening. She was an astonishingly frustrating, vexing, and wonderful woman. First he had tried to hold power over her, then he had hated her. That hate had fallen away with an ease that shocked him.
As she explained the meaning behind her words, he put on a mock sigh, resting his head gently above her. “And here I thought you had something a little more specific[i] and [i] immediate in mind” He said with feigned sorrow.
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