She tips her pretty little head as she tosses the thing in the air, but I’m quick, and dart my hand out to catch it. Meyer jerks forward with a little growl, playfully shoving at my chest, but before she can pull back, I grip her hand with my own. I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t. She stares at the contact, so I lace my fingers with hers, and she allows it, coming closer when I give a little tug. Her eyes find mine and stay there. They stay there until she whips her other hand out, snagging the ball from mine.
