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She laughed slightly. "We've had our moment." * * * "Okay! I'll be waiting!" The phone beeped. She saw Gideon turning a corner down a hall.
"Of course I will," she said with a sigh. "But I'm still sad." * * * Gideon was gone and the door was open. She would hear Gwen sigh with...
"Isn't it? I have a fever, Mr. Audra," she said primly. "I'm delirious." * * * It was Gwen. "Hey, Veronica?" Gideon had told her earlier that...
"Nuh uh, Levy," she said flatly. "It's now or never." * * * He whined again, lying down by the door. Gideon's phone wrang.
She pursed her lips, looking disappointed. "Hm... that's fine, then." * * * He whined at her, headbutting the door gently.
She paused, looking up at him. "I can't kiss you, right?" * * * He hurried to the door, pausing for a moment. She would almost be able to see...
She frowned, looking down at the soup. "You really didn't have to bring me anything..." * * * The strip of bacon was gone immediately and he...
"Sure it is," she said, sitting at the table. * * * He growled almost playfully, his tail hitting her in the face.
She looked down at him before dropping her hand. "I'm sorry. I don't want to get you sick." * * * He harumphed, trying to pry open the plastic...
"I did," she surrendered, her hand brushing his back. "And I'm glad you're here." * * * He turned into Gideon's bedroom and there was a loud...
She laughed, standing up and coming over to the table. "You just... invite yourself over and start being all flirty..." * * * He paused,...
“You’re nasty, Mr. Audra.” *** He went into the kitchen and started scratching at the fridge, looking at her impatiently.
She laughed slightly, watching him. “After hours? That makes it sound perverted.” *** He padded out quickly, heading down the hallway.
“Yes, of course. You’re my boss.” *** His whining followed her as she left.
She laughed slightly, shaking her head. “This is so weird.” *** he groaned, knocking his head against the bars. She would hear the sound of the...
She rested her head on the arm of the couch, watching him thoughtfully. *** He let loose a mournful howl, leaning into her petting, his head...
She glared, lying back against the arm of the couch. “That is so unprofessional. I am sick.” *** His head turned to look at her and he...
She looked up, her eyes soft. “What? No. I was joking. I’m actually really, really glad you’re here.” *** He watched her for a moment before...
“I said that I hated this,” she grumbled. “I hate all components of this.” *** He seemed very surprised, but he kissed her back until he pulled...
She grumbled something, curling up on the couch while Atticus nibbles on her ear. *** He frowned, coming to the edge of the cage. “Yeah? You okay?”
