"Let’s eat." She hesitates, and I can’t decide if it’s because I made her nervous with my question or if it’s the food. I quirk a brow and ask, "Do you need to sit on my lap, pretty girl?" She reaches for a piece of cheese wrapped in meat and takes a slow bite, intentionally drawing my eyes to her mouth before asking, "Is that what you’d like?" And that’s what I love about my girl. She’s reserved, conservative, and somewhat timid, but there’s also a confident, assured hellcat in there. You never know which one you’re going to get.
