I smile at the way he's holding onto the frame, craning his neck forward. Stepping up to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my lips silently against his skin, still salty from working hard all day.
Together, we watch the tiny Ridgebacks tremble as they take tentative steps. A demanding howl rises above the others' plaintive whimpers, and Edward grins, patting my hand. "We have to keep that one."
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Oh three doggies. Well they had to keep one.
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