Buddy was getting impatient. He was leaning on my leg now. He was looking at my face expectantly hoping for attention. Finally, he decided to take things into his own paws. With a skilled leap he jumped on the couch next to me and bumped against my shoulder, knocking me to the left, right into Ben.
“Oh!” I cried out, trying to stop myself but landed right in Ben’s waiting arms. My foot and the ice he had just rested on the injury twisted with a jerk and the ice tipped from it, falling onto the coffee table. Ben had seen Buddy jump and cause the chain reaction and he had turned his body slightly, so that both has hands and arms were now around my body.
“Opps.” He replied. “Buddy! Naughty dog, shoo.” He had sat me back upright, but his right arm was around my shoulders. He was waving his left hand at Buddy, trying to get him to go back on the floor.
“He’s okay.” I said gasping, clutching my fists up to my chin and leaning into Ben. “it’s his couch too.” I added, glancing towards Buddy.
“ Are you sure?” Ben asked. He stopped waving his hand and I felt him pulling me closer till my side and shoulder was touching his body.
“Yes, it is okay. I love him, he is just trying to be part of this.” I was looking at Buddy and automatically reached out a hand to pat him.
“Do you mean, he wants to be part of our date?” Ben asked, practically whispering into my left ear. His breath tickled.
My left hand jerked to cover my ear. And I turned my head to peek at him. He was so close, and peering down at me, smiling a smile. His eyes were full of tenderness and lust. Him tug me closer again.
“Yes.” I gasped, feeling like I could not get enough air. I wanted to look away but this was what I wanted. I could not kiss someone if I didn’t force myself to look at them.
“Is it okay I hug you?” Ben asked, he was searching my eyes, the smile had faded slightly. His word held a note of worry.
I nodded, but added, “It’s fine.” But I shivered, a involuntary reaction.
“Are you cold still?” He asked, now with concern.
“Just a little.” I thought of something, and forced my leg and hands to move closer to his body. They were legitimately cold still. I tucked my hands in between my leg and his.
“Why don’t I….” Ben scooted over a few inches till our hips to our knees were touching. “And if you want you could put your fingers under my shirt, that would be warmer than in between our legs.
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