She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Of course it was, Craw,” she told him quietly. “Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. However. I can’t have you tickling me.”
“No. You don’t get to make that decision,” she replied, drying the mugs and putting them in the cupboard. “Predators don’t get to decide when their prey flees.”
She dimpled and came back over to him, sitting down next to him on the floor. “Don’t worry, my love. I’d never leave you... well, as long as none of your exes threaten your life, anyway.”
"Hm." She sat on her knees before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Alright. I won't."
