“Can’t we share her? Please?” I beg. “I’ll come over and walk her and change her litter box, whatever you need.” “First, you don’t walk bunnies. Second, having someone to help with the litter box might not be a bad idea… Third, are you planning for our future, Monty?” Robbie’s flirty grin has me blushing and fighting the urge to duck my head and hide behind my hair. Instead, I laugh off his comment. “I’m planning my future with Thumbelina. You’d just be a bonus.” I can tell he likes my answer. I like my answer, no matter how much it scares me.
Aww cute banter.
