Amid Clouds and Bones

by Ella Fields

I scowled. “You need to stop sneaking up on me.” “But I live to keep your heart galloping because of me.”

“They don’t all feature damsels in distress,” she protested, though not to me, her slippers clacking toward Cerwin. “They all feature plenty of sex.” “Keep talking, and none will feature in your near future, you fun-sucking grump.”

“Stripes,” he scoffed. “An insult.” “She has black stripes in her fur.” “And you have the darkest green eyes I’ve ever seen, but I don’t call you seaweed.”

“Males are all the same. Unaware that love means more than an obsession with humping someone.” Unable to help it, I laughed. Cerwin licked his lips. “I’m sensing I should keep my mouth shut.” “Should you wish to hump me any time soon, then that would be wise.”