Page 69 of Right Next Door
“So, why are you still holding onto me?”
Misty laughed, taking one of his ears and pulling, forcing him to bring his muzzle down to her mouth as she smiled. “Because, you big dummy, no one has ever tried as hard for my sake as you. You’ve messed up everything, but damn if you didn't give it your absolute best shot.”
“Why are you not furious with me?”
“Oh, I was for a while.” She pressed a quick kiss to his muzzle. “But it was like trying to hold a grudge against a kid. You didn't know any better, and you actually had good reasoning. I mean, you came to the wrong conclusion, but you gave it your all every time.”
“Misty…” He shivered against her. Hearing that warmth and approval in her tone was like a balm to his heart. Because he’d done everything wrong…
…but she was still somehow… pleased?
“Let me ask you,” she started, running her hands down his chest. “In all those tendays you weren’t saying a single thing to me, did you want to?”
“Of course,” he breathed, hands twitching again. “I thought of you every day.”
She smiled. “But you waited, because you needed my consent to approach me.”
“I would have liked it. Stated plainly because-”
“-because of your people’s whole mating rut thing.”
His heart skipped a beat in delight. Shedidunderstand. “Yes.”
“And you didn't want to spy on me, so you gave Davard an order that he didn't understand. But you’ve been patiently waiting for me to tell you about everything I’ve been up to?”
“I’ve been eagerly awaiting. I’m desperate to learn about your salon and how you spend your day and to hear your thoughts. You’re fascinating to me. The way you live, what you think, your past. I would hear it all if you would tell me.”
Misty smiled. It was so bright and pleased. Like he’d done everything exactly right. Like it was only the intention behind his actions that mattered.
Oh. That’s what she meant.
Hehadmade all the wrong decisions, but he’d shown her his effort. His dedication. He pleased her not with the results of his work, but by the genuine intention of them.
He finally smiled, bending over, grabbing her thighs and lifting her up. She let out a laugh of delight as her legs went around hiswaist. Reminding his painfully erect and drying shaft that she still wasn’t wearing panties. And she had a nice, warm, wet hole perfect for his aching cock to rest in.
“Are you still mad at me?” He asked, walking her towards his bed as she trailed her fingers through the fur at the back of his neck.
She hummed thoughtfully, smiling as her eyes roved around, like she was looking for the anger and displeasure she felt towards him. “Maybe not.”
“No?”
“Hmm… No.” She dropped her eyes back to him, smiling. “No. I’m choosing to forgive you. But going forward, you have blanket consent to talk to me. You are allowed to ask me about my day. In fact, I will be offended if you do not.”
Finally.
Those words cut off every dark thought and emotion he’d been feeling since she gave him that cold glare over the restaurant table. He had been flailing in the dark since the beginning, trying his best to do whatever he could. He asked for her guidance, but she’d blatantly refused to give it. Because she did not deem him worthy of even telling him what she wanted from him.
But now, she was talking. Explaining-
“I like the flowers. Keep doing that. And dinners are fun. I like seeing what you come up with. And dates don’t have to just be us eating. We can go out; we can have fun. Get creative with it. And show me the things you want to do. I want to see what you like doing. What you enjoy.”
Pride flared in his chest, burning away the shame that had just weighed so heavily on him. This, at long last, was progress. He’d done something right, and now he had earned her interest.
Dropping her back on the bed, he covered her, pressing his muzzle against her lips. She eagerly kissed him back, strokingone of his ears with one hand, the other going down his back until she reached the lump of his tail where it emerged at the base of his spine.
He grunted as she started in surprise. Before he could stop her, she pulled her mouth away, her hand now grabbing the base of his tail. He hissed, cock throbbing.
Misty grinned wickedly before saying in a sing-songy voice. “Got your tail.”
