she’s all muscle when she wants to be. *he laughs slightly and his hand closes around hers in the cool air, feeling the warmth from hers rush to his skinny hand. god he hopes he isn’t a grape at this* Roxy try to behave…
*the little pug just keeps rushing ahead, feet moving alarmingly quick over the ground*
Katelynn turned back to look at Jack, noticing his skin tone and laughing a bit. “Maybe this is a good thing! She’s rushing us home so we’ll get warm!” And she gently squeezed his hand for good measure, hoping to warm the purple off his face.
“I love the snow but I can’t wait for warmer weather so we’re not always freezing when we’re together outside!”
*he had the mental picture of them snuggling for warmth flash through his head. like on the bean bag. his arms around her, and her head resting on his shoulder like when she fell asleep on his birthday. that made his face turn a deeper shade of purple but he pushed it away, hopefully*
t-the only problem with spring for me is the bees. i don’t trust them at all.
Jack Maple 