A Furry Problem

Franziska rolled her eyes, You're ridiculous. You're acting like I'm the only person who'd warm your bed. You're king. Fuck around and find out. Her words were venom-laced, meant to hurt more than anything else.

She glanced over her shoulder as she heard him move, nostrils flaring as she watched him stand up. And the way he paused, leaned against the bed, made her frown and move towards him. Hey, dummy. Did you have dinner last night? She narrowed her eyes, and reached for his arm to steady him.

I know you've not had breakfast. The maids always deliver mine later. She huffed up at him. You are an idiot. And you're going to make yourself sick if you skip meals.

@Byron Wulff