“I know you’re going to turn into a misbehaved dog as soon as I pull my shirt off, and I don’t have a stick to keep you at a distance.” “Actually, you do have a stick.” “See, bad dog.” I roll my eyes at her. I think I adopted that habit from her and I’m not happy about the fact that she’s turning me into some kind of sassy monster. “You wanna put me on a leash?” She grins at me, and I can’t even blame her. I’m equally responsible for this bullshit. “It would definitely suit you.”
