She locked hands above Briar’s navel. Her hold squeezed a thumping heart up into his throat.
“R— Ready?” he asked.
His hair to her nose, Pepper drew in his sent. Her tail rose high, as did Briar’s with its tuft brushing her cheek by happenstance.
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